My sister Carrie was on her way to visit me for my wedding anniversary celebration. I was happy she was coming and agreed to pick her up at the airport.
Almost as soon as she got into the car, she began to tell me stories about her new dog named Dillon, who is a Wheaten Terrier. Dillon was a rescue dog and very loving. My sister doted on him like a new mother over a baby.
When we arrived home, Carrie got a call from her husband, Jerry. He had taken Dillon up to their ranch in Montana. As he usually did, he let Dillon out to run around and explore. But this time, the dog hadn’t returned.
Bella, a lamb, was born on a cold March day in Minnesota. While her twin brother was large and robust, Bella was small and frail. The next morning, mother and son were doing well, but Bella was weak and cold. I carried her into the house, wrapped a blanket around her, then held her in my arms while telling her I loved her and that Sugmad loved her too. Read More
This story is about “Carol.” She lives in cattle country, in a small town near San Angelo, Texas.
One morning Carol went outside. Her neighbor was outside too, and on his lawn were three bulls. One was a huge longhorn, and the other two were little black bulls.
Unfortunately, one of them was lying down. He had eaten too much of a big green bush, and he had become bloated. Now, those of you who work with cattle know that if an animal becomes bloated, if it can’t get up, then it probably won’t make it. It’s going to die.
We knew that at home on the farm too. If there was such a case, the wives would get on the phone and call up the immediate neighbors right away, because maybe one farmer or another knew what to do. Read More
My dad passed three years ago and though I felt a certain sadness, I was comforted in the thought of him happy and healthy, learning the lessons of this life, and preparing for the next one.
When it came time to assist our very ill seventeen-year-old Bichon Frise, Picasso, to leave this world for the unleashed pastures of the heavenly worlds, I thought I’d be able to handle that transition just as easily. After all, I am an ECKist! We do have a different outlook on Soul’s translation after death of the physical body that happens to include our pets.
When the time came, my husband Bob called in a Lap of Love hospice vet and we were able to play the HU song softly in the background as we sang HU silently to ourselves. We shared with the hospice vet about Prajapati (an ECK Master that cares for animals), the HU, and our beliefs about our pets reincarnating and serving life too. We even found an extra copy of Animals Are Soul Too!to offer her as a gift, which she gladly accepted, saying it would be of help to her. Read More
Q: When animals meet their goal, do they become ECK Masters the way we do? Where is heaven? What is heaven?
A: Souls in animal forms do not get the initiations as we do. Their spiritual unfoldment is handled in other ways.
Animals can follow their own path to mastership if they want to. Only through the lower worlds, though. For example, earth allows several levels for Soul to gain experiences in life, including the mineral, plant, fish, animal, and human stages.
But there’s no fixed spiritual law about a rock having to stay a rock. Or a daisy staying a daisy.
By choice, though, most Souls want to taste life at all levels. They do go from the lower to higher body forms. So animals could move up to human. Yet that would take many lifetimes. Read More