Anthro: A Nameless Connection (story by me)

[AnthroHeart]

This is a fictional story I wrote that expresses my love for Sam, who I posted about here: https://www.bring4th.org/forums/showthre...?tid=16360

Lost and lonely, a man heals himself while ethereally healing an Anthro in pain with the hopes that one day they could meet in real life.

Anthro: A Nameless Connection
by FurryBlueNaki
Part One


It was a beautiful day. I was alone, by the tree on a clearing in the neighborhood. Daylight, and partly cloudy. The blue I could see in the sky was radiant. It breathed a cool sigh of relief. Work was done; I no longer had to work again. I was about to meet the best friend of my life as I sat alone and meditated, eyes open. I don’t want to go that deep to escape reality too much.

 
My favorite people by far are the Anthros. I run into them here and there, but I am never alone with one. They are cautious. Some are brave, but then, who knows? I wish I could run into them more. I wish I could make a friend with one for once. I’m not the most beautiful person, but I don’t consider myself ugly. I don’t pray. Instead, I set the intent for what I want and put the energy out. So, a lot of my meditations are energy work.
 
I get yes and no answers to what I seek, and the energy tells me that I will meet a special Anthro soon. I always wonder if I could do more for the world, so I send healing energy to where it is needed in the world. Often, the energy comes right back to me, indicating that I could use my own healing the most. I often work on “clearing the window” of my life. In other words, clearing my energy blockages so that I can better commune with my spirit guide, Trevor. He tells me he’s sending me someone special, and that I should wait and be patient. It would be another day before I met him.
 
I am still inside myself, so it’s not a matter of gathering my thoughts. I want for nothing that I know of, but that would change. I would meet the most important person in my life, then I would know love — perhaps. I only have a hunch; it is not written in the stars, and I don’t follow astrology. I don’t even do tarot readings, but I do read my own personally written cards. They connect me with my guide. More time in nature while less time dreaming and escaping is the answer.
 
I never demanded love, but I still listen to love songs because I can only hope. Yes, I continue to dream about how I wish my life to be. “You’re still here?” I heard a voice say. It was my friend Trey walking up behind me. Of course, he knows that I meditate for what seems like forever, so it was interesting that he asks. “Don’t want to die early,” I tell him. He asks me to go to the game with him, but I’m not into sports. I tend to blow off my friends because it’s hard to get close to anyone. Even universal love doesn’t fulfill me because it is impartial and impersonal.
 
I am not a man of many needs, but I am largely unfulfilled. Sure, I can feel my chakras and I know there’s more to life than the physical existence. I am in a race to get nowhere, really. If I had one wish, it would be to have a true friend, maybe a lover, but humans are difficult. When I try, I spin my wheels. It is not exciting. There is no adventure that I wish to take beyond my mere comforts. I have it easy. I should have no stress, but there is a large opening within me. An emptiness that needs filling. My guide promises he will fill it, but when? I still believe in hope, but hope is still less than knowing it will happen. I have an itch, and it can only be solved with divine intervention. Not even the angels are as beautiful to me as I will find this new person to be.
 
This emptiness is not a vacuum — it can be filled. As I sit under this tree, I try hard; too hard. It leaves me wanting. I thought I would never want so much, but I am finding this exercise tiring. It’s so hard to do so much and yet do nothing. Knowing that infinity is real and that anything that can exist does exist, it should not be too hard to one day realize my dreams. I used to want a fancy car and a home. But the loneliness isn’t too bad. If someone would kiss me, that would be so great.
 
Five days pass. I am again at this tree. My friend calls me. I answer. I do not mind being interrupted, because while I am aloof, I am still respectful. “I have someone you should meet” he says. “Who?” I ask. “Someone who knows someone.” I ask my guidance, and get a yes, so I agree to meet. But it’s at the sports bar. While I don’t drink in social settings, I am interested.
 
I drive to the bar that night, not knowing what to expect. Strangely enough, for a Friday night it isn’t packed. There is smoke in the air, and they are playing some old 80’s rock. Football is on the big screens. I can’t necessarily agree with such a brutal sport; these poor humans who get concussions and brain damage. Still I hear that boxing is the hardest sport. Though I love Anthros, I wouldn’t want to get boxed by one.
 
My friend drops by. He calls another with some internal language that I don’t understand. Something about mission codes. “What’s up?” I say. “You know, a little of this and a little of that. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” With his eagerness, I am getting a little worked up. It seems that it was worth leaving my meditations a little early for this. I order a cola, easy ice.
 
About an hour in, talking to Trey, his acquaintance shows up. He wears sunglasses and a suit, very official. I can tell he’s important. He sits by me after my friend introduces us. His name is Dennis. Dennis tells me, “Let me cut to the chase Tom: We know you. We have watched you in the ethereal realms. Your work has not gone unnoticed. We have a job for you. We know you like Anthros. There is one such Anthro who needs your help. But we need to make sure you will work for this. I need to ask you some questions.”
 
I am all ears. This is too good to pass up. But I have to see the terms. “Sure, go ahead.” I respond.
 
“What are your intentions for an Anthro you would meet?”
 
“I would want to befriend them. I would hope it turns into a lifelong thing.”
 
“And would you have a preference as to the species?”
 
“I prefer canine and lupine and vulpine Anthros.”
 
“And what if it wasn’t?”
 
“Well, it’s still helping an Anthro, so yeah. Even a crocodile, while not my particular interest, deserves help.”
 
“And what will you do to help?”
 
“Well, you said ethereal. I guess it depends on what help he needs. If they are a he.”
 
“Good. Don’t limit yourself to species or gender. But what if the help is hard work?”
 
“I have all the time I would want. So yeah, for an Anthro, practically anything.”
 
“You would need strong energy reserves, which you do have. Your task will be to provide energetic protection and rejuvenation while they carry on an important task and work. You will not be allowed to meet them for the time being. You must maintain secrecy because you can easily be tracked ethereally.”
 
“How do I provide protection, and what are they doing?”
 
“Without communication, you must still their energy field on a nearly continuous basis. Bring them peace. Open them up. They are going through a tough few months. When they have found bliss, you will know you have succeeded in bringing them through.”
 
“May I tune into them now?”
 
“By all means.”
 
I tune into this Anthro. I can’t get a picture of the species, because its energy is very erratic. The energy pulls to the right, so I immediately sense this is masculine energy.
 
“He is erratic. Should I calm him?”
 
“At all costs. We cannot lose him. You’re not saving the Universe or anything — nothing so grandiose — but we want to warn you that your mind will be affected. We know you have had some mental health issues like schizophrenia in the past. His mind will freak you out at times. You must maintain anonymity to him to maintain purity of connection. You see, he doesn’t know he is being helped. But he desires help as he has prayed for it many times.”
 
“What about his free will? Does he have the right to refuse help?”
 
“You will need to work around that. You cannot violate his free will. You won’t be able to, so don’t worry unless you explicitly try to. Work from your heart and you will be ok. I know it’s hard to get an accurate reading on him because his energy is so erratic. You are taking a stressed being and bringing him to open expansiveness. He is well contracted now. In other words, his energy is contracting. He pulls inward because he fears. You need to give him strength. Believe me, you will find your reward. There is no pay, and your time is as you choose it. But you must be of single-minded focus for the next few months. Now, do you agree?”
 
“I have already started.” I exclaim.
 
“You will not see me again, but you will know when I have answered,” Dennis concludes.
I finish my second glass of cola before heading out and saying bye to my friend.
 

[AnthroHeart]

Anthro: A Nameless Connection

Part Two


It is morning and taking me a little time to wake up. My phone has a reminder to help this Anthro. I’m getting the image/word “Tango,” so I call it project Tango. We shall dance minds or energy fields. I check and his energy is very erratic still. I smooth it out and feel a sharp jab in my solar plexus. Interesting. I try again. This time there is another jab though not as strong. I can tell it is Anthro energy, but not really, even what mood he is in. I send waves of love in his direction and he settles down for the moment. I intend to lock onto him and follow his field, helping him when I feel him get off center.

 
But I can’t always trust that I am locked in, so I have to peek at his field. Root chakra like a prison. Sacral/sexual chakra like a zoo, which makes sense as he’s an Anthro and part animal. For his solar plexus I see a Mayan temple, so his identity must be formed by a religious/spiritual or ceremonial belief. This heart is hard to read. It tires me out. We are a vibrational mismatch. His throat is open, so he’s a good communicator. For his third eye, I see an Anthro, so his intuition is firmly rooted in who he is. His crown is outer space, but it’s static; it doesn’t move. He is open to divinity, but nothing is flowing.
 
I am worn out. I browse the internet for a few hours, but then remember him, and check into his field again. It is jagged and painful; I can tell he is suffering. I smooth out his distortion ripples with my third eye, sort of squishing them flat so that he isn’t so irritable. I only wish I could get a reading on what species he was. I looked into his heart, and suddenly my mind was transported into a spinning disk. It started shaking my mind violently and I had to center my thoughts. I had to be still in thought and in the state of no thought. I had nowhere else to go but up. I could tell there was much distortion to climb from his heart to his crown.
 
The least little thought that I let in would cause an avalanche of mind-rocking experiences — it certainly rocked my world. I came out of the experience. I couldn’t climb very high. I would work at this for the next month; tuning in, balancing, centering, stilling, off and on as I could muster. As I allowed my mind to move higher, I became more sensitive. The sensation became stronger and faster as if one were moving closer to the center of a spinning compact disc. When I finally reached the top, it was still. But each little stray thought and I was struck by the inner edge of the mental spinning disc. I was able to see a previous and a future energy structure present. But I couldn’t tune into the future, because it was protected by a shield of light.
 
When I tuned into his past energy structure, I saw individual points of consciousness. It was a symbolic representation of being connected, but it was slow and there wasn’t much awareness. He was asleep, mostly. I sent in an energetic charge to activate his consciousness and began to slow down that disc in his energy field so that he would become more still. As I climbed back down the stack, I steadied and centered each moving part. I focused on braking the energy using my frontal cortex. I would do this off and on for a few weeks until I found stillness in the whole system.
 
Then he kicked me out as his field become disharmonious to mine. It was a code to be deciphered. I solved this by asking the Universe to work through me to send him the energy he needed. It felt different than my own energy. I held the space for it to flow, and let my consciousness guide the universal energy of Source, which is the source of All That Is, everything.
 
This was so tiring, but I kept reminding myself of the reward that would come, though I did not know what it was. The agency that Dennis worked for was well known for working with Anthros. They introduced humans to Anthros and made everything work out. I could always dream. I would only hope this Anthro was one of my preferred species.
 
So, I asked the Universe, is this Anthro I am helping one of my preferred species. I got a fuzzy no for an answer. I couldn’t read it right because it felt like it was a little expansive like a yes might be, but it also felt heavy like a no. Yes moves upward into my throat, and no pulls downward into my solar plexus. This was more no but could be yes. So, I still held out hope.
 
After I had stilled his spinning disc of energy resistance, I focused on loving energy in his channel. I wanted this Anthro to know he is loved. I realized I would have to love him to get further. I may have to commit my life to him and hope for the best. I did not know who I was getting. But I continued. I could sense he was awake. His energy eased up a bit. It flowed more steadily. It wasn’t staticy like before. I worked my tail off over the next couple of months. Loving, and third eye stilling of his distortions, I realized that by working on him, I was working on myself. Also, his heart no longer felt foreign. In fact, it felt like…well — love. Pure love. Infinite love. I relished the moment; a steady stream that did not stop. It wasn’t overly powerful, but it was continuous, and I could tune into it at any time.
 
Eventually, within a few weeks, I felt it was time to meet this Anthro, so I asked my friend Trey for Dennis. My friend told me “Whatever it is you are doing, you evidently aren’t done yet, cause he would have let me know. There is nothing I can do.”
 
I was at a loss of what else to do. How does one bring bliss to one who has awakened? This Anthro I could now clearly feel was canine in nature. Like a half human, half canine type, but he isn’t a hybrid; one of the larger breeds because he isn’t high strung. I get images of rivers and oceans when I tune into him, indicating he is in touch with his emotions and they are healthy. They aren’t rough as the rivers are smooth.
 
Finally, I was able to mentally get through, so I sent a thought form to this Tango Anthro. I impressed on his subconscious “seek out Tom, the human. He is helping you.” The subconscious would eventually filter up into the conscious mind. I could only keep sending him love into his heart. It would overflow into a wellspring of bliss eventually. Dennis called Trey and told him “The Anthro asks for Tom. He does not know him, but he has this strong desire. His work is much appreciated. He knows he is being helped now. Soon, very soon, it will be time for them to meet. When Tom knows this Anthro’s name.”
 
So, I hired a detective to find out this Anthro’s name. I gave them the name of the company that hired me — Anthro Ethereal Foundation — and that the Anthro is a canine, but I did not know what species. Also, I gave him the name Dennis. It took him a week, and he came back with the name Larry. I was excited that I had a lead. I asked him how he found his name. “We had our data analysts cross-reference the information in our national database: ‘Anthros seeking help.’ The information isn’t public, but we do our bests to know who we are working with. We learned to seek in the ethereal realms as well, and we have sophisticated computer hardware that is advanced enough to  look out for energy patterns.”
 
“Did you put in my own pattern in the search.”
 
“Yes,” the detective replied.
 
“Then we must be set. Is that all?”
 
“Yes, that will be $500 for the work.”
 
I went ahead and paid him for the little information I got.
 
I was excited and hurried to contact Trey to ask Dennis. “His name is Larry, the Anthro” I had told Trey to tell Dennis.
 
Dennis told him he would get back to him. But I never heard much past that.
 
In the meantime, I was anxious. I couldn’t meditate well. My priority was meeting this Anthro, and I couldn’t think of much else. Soon I let it go, but I continued to help Larry. But when I tuned into “Larry,” it didn’t seem right. Not the same energy. It was hard to trust my own feelings because the detective was really sure and they used state of the art computer equipment.
 

[AnthroHeart]

Anthro: A Nameless Connection

Part Three
 
Dennis got back with Trey two months after I had last had them talk. “No, Larry is not the Anthro’s name.” I was distraught. I felt like giving up. I thought I would never meet him. He seemed to be doing ok energetically. Smooth in the heart, inward pull in the crown, very divine. “Oh Anthro, please, tell me your name.” As I began to slack off, Dennis let me know through Trey “Don’t give up. You are almost there. You will like this canine. Very friendly. Just help him through his final efforts in these works.” And that was it. It was the last time I would hear from Dennis.
 
I put on my Shamanic Journey Drumming CD by Spirit Passages and prepared to go on a shamanic journey. I rested on my chair and entered a trance. I was inside a cave, and it opened up into a forest. I walked out into it. It wasn’t dense, about 10 or 20 feet between each tree. It was shady on a sunny day and silent. I walked around for a while until I saw a red dragon, cartoonish in appearance. “I will take you to see your guide,” she told me.
 
She wasn’t much bigger than me, but in this world-between-worlds where my guides live, you don’t have to follow the laws of physics of a physical world. Still, I didn’t have confidence in flying myself, because I didn’t visit here much. As we flew, she told me “Just let go. Don’t hold onto your need to control the situation. Even now, your guide, Trevor, speaks through me. Let go of your need to name everything. I do not have a name.”
 
We flew for what seemed like 30 minutes, and I was getting mentally tired. I don’t know how far I was into the drumming session and hoped the hour in real life wouldn’t pass before I could meet my guide. Though he had already met me and spoke to me. So, I was content that everything would work out exactly as it should.
 
When we landed, I noticed a large cauldron. It had water in it. When I looked at it, I saw my reflection. I then saw my inner child, scared. It was afraid of love, of commitment. It had been hurt. It sought resolution, completion. What would complete me, I wondered?
 
I then saw a yellow Anthro sitting on a rocking chair, with an empty one next to him. He was beautiful. A young adult — canine, but I couldn’t tell the breed. He looked cartoonish, with floppy ears. I walked over to him, skipping a few breaths. It’s hard to remember to breathe when you see something you love. Well, there was an instant heart connection, and I went over and sat down next to him. I started to reach toward him, hesitantly. He motioned that it was ok, and I touched his ear and began to cry for a few seconds. I had a lump in my throat and goosebumps. His heart energy was strong, though I didn’t notice it. I was just was overcome with a feeling of immense love. The unconditional kind that doesn’t judge you.
 
“I am Sam, and I love you,” he said to me.
 
“Oh Sam, where is my guide, Trevor?”
 
“Trevor sent me. His love flows through me into you.”
 
“Oh Sam, can I hug you?”
 
He motioned me to come over and stood up. I cried some more as I hugged him. It wasn’t a very tight hug, but it was firm. He gripped me tighter than I held him. I didn’t want to let go, but after a few moments, he let go and held my face in front of his. He said to me “Tom, know that you do no wrong. The bad things you think you’ve done, they are nothing in the grand scheme of things. You will find love in time and when you do, it will be wonderful. You have a good heart. If it weren’t, you wouldn’t be able to feel my love for you. You will find me. I search for you.”
 
I started hearing the drumming fading and then the comeback call. I couldn’t tell him bye. I could barely remember the details. I asked Trey to tell Dennis that the Anthro’s name was Sam. I just had a hunch. Never got a response.
 
Sam’s field was as clean, balanced, pure, open and centered as I could make it. When I asked the Universe to help, it no longer produced a sensation in me. I realized then that I needed to work more on myself, rather than Sam. We were connected, and by helping me, I was helping him. I could more immediately help myself since I am intimately familiar with my own energy.
 
So, I went back to meditating, not focusing on achieving bliss, but focusing on sending love to Sam. The kind of love I felt in that journey. The love would stream out of my heart in infinite supply. It came from my guide, through me, and into Sam. I no longer needed to still his distortions.
 
I decided that I needed to mingle with other Anthros. How was I going to meet him if I was alone all the time? I went to a park where Anthros frequently hang out and tuned into everyone there. I was searching for Sam’s energy pattern. I would visit the part, and as I went around town, and keep on reading everyone. Not their personal life or anything, as if I could do that. Just to see if their energy felt like Sam’s. I still wasn’t absolutely positive that was his name. But I tried everything to find him, except I didn’t want to put an ad out looking for him, because of his privacy. I didn’t want to make his pattern known that well in the ethereal realms for others to track.
 
I could remember Sam’s face from my journey, so I intended the Universe send him to me. I would visualize each day — for 5-10 minutes — finding him, being filled with joy, and our life together. I still didn’t know if that was exactly him, but I think I would be happy knowing a canine Anthro either way.
 
I went hiking with a friend in a nice government-owned park that was open to the public. I wasn’t in the best shape, so about halfway through, my thighs and legs were sore. I used some Reiki energy to help the ache. I saw Anthros here and there walking past us. Then I saw a yellow canine Anthro that got my attention. I didn’t remember the face of Sam at this point, but I stopped him and asked “Is your name Sam,  by any chance?”
 
“How do you know me?” Sam replied.
 
“It’s spiritual. Not sure if you’re into that. But I have been helping you.”
 
“Helping me? I don’t know if you know, but my life has been rather sucky.”
 
“It would have been worse if I hadn’t helped to energetically calm you.” I could feel energetically that his energy was the same as the one I had been helping in Project Tango. “I finally met you when I wasn’t really looking for you, as on this hike.”
 
“Well yeah, when you stop trying so hard, then you find what you were looking for,” Sam told me.
 
“Do you know much about shamanic journeys, meditation and the like?”
 
“No, but I do pray to God that things go well. And to tell you the truth, things have gotten better. I’m not as nervous and anxious as I used to be.”
 
“I don’t know God’s place in this or what they do, or how they answer prayers or if angels do, but know that I have spent the last many months helping you almost nonstop.”
 
“Why were you so concerned about me in particular?”
 
“I wanted to meet an Anthro. It has been a dream of mine.”
 
“Well there are many Anthros in this city. But many of them are wary of humans.”
 
“You certainly seem to have it together.”
 
“I wasn’t always like this. I had to negotiate a tough deal and keep both sides satisfied. I am a broker of sorts. I do the work that other people don’t want to do.”
 
“So, you still work?”
 
“Oh yes, very hard.”
 
“Have you felt loved during that time?”
 
“I did feel like someone was with me, though I have nobody. Was that you?”
 
“I don’t know if it was me alone, but I was assigned to help you. I did not know who you were, and at first, our energy didn’t match. You were very erratic. Your work must have been very important.”
 
“Oh yes. If I hadn’t intervened, two mid-sized companies would have collapsed, and it would have caused a chain reaction. It wasn’t like the world was going downhill, but certainly I would have lost my job.”
 
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
 
“Well yeah, me too. I guess thanks to you, I am no longer stressed.”
 
“Do you meditate.”
 
“Funny enough, I never had to.”
 
“I don’t think I need to keep helping you now that you are aware of where you stand. You can do it yourself. I would learn meditation. There are binaural beats audio you can listen to for an hour a day and meditate that way without really even trying to meditate. It is, like, super easy. Those audios work eight times faster than traditional meditation.”
 
“I will think of that. Would you like to go to dinner?”
 
“Absolutely. Give me your number, and here’s mine. I just want to get washed up first.”
 
“Don’t worry about it. I’d like to spend the day with you. Tell me more about this love.”
 
We had a casual dinner at a not-so-fancy restaurant, and I demonstrated sending him love from my heart chakra. He could instantly feel it since I had opened him up. After many months of talking, I finally told him that I loved him, that I got goosebumps whenever I thought of touching him. That I loved the fur on his arms. And his hair. And his tail. And we kissed. But that was as far as we took it. We maintained a platonic relationship because we revered each other. We did admire each other’s naked bodies without shame, but never pushed the issue. God, he is so beautiful! It is a heart-ray connection.We had a casual dinner at a casual restaurant, after all, I wanted to make sure that we were both comfortable considering the circumstances of our coming together. Since I had already opened him up, I was able to freely send him my love from my heart chakra. At first, he was taken aback, but then he gradually accepted this gift that I freely gave him, feeling like old leather or a comfortable blanket; this was something that was both foreign yet strangely familiar to him. Although not being as practiced as me, Sam was able to reciprocate the love that had received in a limited way.
 
After things had gone so well after that night, we decided to keep in touch. What started out as an unconventional friendship had started to turn into something deeper. We went out to eat or ate in, hiked, traveled — all together. Not only was our relationship becoming stronger, but we were now an integral part of each other’s lives, inseparable.
 
Months had gone by and though the feelings were obvious to any outside observer, I knew that I had to say the words that my heart had been expressing so openly. After an intimate dinner in my living room, I told Sam that I loved him. With a surprising confidence that I had never possessed before, I held nothing back, opening the floodgates, letting him know about the goosebumps I got with just the thought of touching him; the thrill whenever I was in his presence; the longing I felt to feel his fur, his hands, his tail. Without a word, he looked into my eyes, searching, looking for something. After what seemed like an eternity, he leaned in and we kissed. The joy and liberation that I felt in that moment was beyond description, beyond any words that I imagine have ever been uttered.
 
We never took things any further and we maintained a platonic relationship because we revered each other. We did admire each other’s naked bodies without shame, but never pushed the issue. God, he is so beautiful! It is a heart-ray connection.