09-04-2018, 03:46 PM
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.
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.