Tag Archives: Dawn Brunke
“We are the earth, made of the same stuff; there is no other,
no division between us and “lower” or “higher” forms of being.”
When I first opened to the idea of talking to animals, I wasn’t afraid. Other people did this—I was simply an observer, a reporter. But, as I continued to ask questions, pondering how this communication thing worked, I felt my inner world responding. Part of me was stirring, and I grew nervous and excited at the same time. Deep down, something had been triggered—an ancient memory? A dormant skill?—and that something called to me, quietly, yet persistent and tempting. Well, this is not surprising; this is often how deeper awakenings begin.
The very first time I heard an animal speak within my mind, a thrill ran through my body. I felt myself tingling—energy quickening, thoughts evaporating—in a strange, still, moment out of time. There, on the other side of my window: a gathering of birds upon a bush. Window, bird, bush—it is not so much the surface thing that calls to us, but the deeper energy of life force, the deeper call of relationship. It is as if you finally realize that an invitation … Read the rest
“Animals can communicate quite well. And they do.
And generally speaking, they are ignored.”
Some of the questions people ask after they find out that it is indeed possible to connect and converse with animals (including humans) who have departed the earth plane is: What happens next? Where do we go when we leave this world? Do we ever we return? These are questions I wonder about too. Most of the time, life seems to stretch out before us like an endless road. But there in the distance — just past the setting sun, beyond the horizon — lies a most intriguing mystery.
Not long after my good canine pal Barney died, I had a dream:
I am walking up a small path to a house that has an open front door. As I approach the door, I see Barney inside the house. “Barney! You’re alive!” I exclaim. I am very excited by this, though an older man—a doctor—appears and tells me that, obviously, the dog was just asleep and hadn’t really died. I begin to argue with the man, but it is no use; he insists that a dog cannot die and come back to life. I … Read the rest
“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams
than the imagination when awake?”
~Leonardo da Vinci
One early morning, not long ago, I awoke from a terrific dream. It was so vivid and powerful that its images and ideas still pulsed through my body as I opened my eyes. It was one of those multi-leveled dreams–one in which I was ‘me’ but also a spirit self that was part observer, part participant.
To begin, the dream opened with a visual of the earth cut in half–the kind of graphic that elementary science books are fond of using when describing the different layers of our planet. But, unlike the static image in a text book, this visual was reverberating with activity. What I saw were so many layers of colors and movement: a frenzied red-orange molten center; a dark, dense layer that was magnetic, strong and powerful, several grid-like layers that were ‘electric’ and blue, like thin moving fields interspersed between other layers, and many more. Each layer had a unique consistency, pattern and–yes, consciousness. There were layers upon layers of water, and I noticed differences in such things as ‘lower waters’ and ‘upper waters’. Indeed, nearer the … Read the rest
“The raven is the paragon of the air, and more. It is assumed to be the brains of the bird world. It has a greater variety of calls than perhaps any other animal in the world except human beings. It is an imposing bird.”
In the midst of a rough month — work issues for my husband, boyfriend problems for my daughter, legal problems for a friend, frustration with taxes and government institutions for myself — I lose my sense of balance. I feel ornery, short-tempered.
One day I drive into town. It’s fifteen minutes down a straight road bordered mostly by trees and woods (though even that is changing as more houses and developments pop up — another cause for frustration). It’s a cold, clear day in the middle of winter. After a few miles a raven swoops across the road in front of me. Ravens almost always make me smile. Up ahead I see more of them, perched high in snowy trees. Once you acquire an eye for ravens, you know where to look. Sometimes, you feel their presence without ever seeing them.
At the grocery — a favorite gathering place for ravens — they peer … Read the rest