Do dogs have chakras? (Photo: Shutterstock)
By Nell Lyttle | For Love &, Leaps
Do dogs have chakras? That is, do they experience life in three-dimensional space as human beings do? Do they have emotions like us? Do they have the ability to connect to the universe? We all want answers to these questions, don’t we?
It was hard for me to get my mind around these concepts as a child, but I grew up to have what I now believe is an unusual view of the universe. For one, I never doubted the existence of an invisible spiritual world.
This was born of my curiosity as a child, I suppose, but it was fostered at an early age by my mother, who never used television, and my grandfather, who told me that I needed to get out more, that being indoors was not good for me.
He also taught me that it was important to feel gratitude in my heart, and that I should make sure that I was “sowing good seeds in the Universe.” He often quoted “Bless me with a day where no clouds are in the sky, no rain clouds to fill my buckets with, no storm clouds to cause me to fear, and no black clouds to make me sad.”
The most important lessons I learned about the spiritual world came from the book we kept on our bedside table at night. It was called The Bible Stories of Jesus, and it opened with these verses:
“Jesus spoke to the blind and said, “Do you believe that the Creator of the Universe, who also knows how your sight works, could make you blind and send you to live on this rock? He could, if He wanted to, and why wouldn’t He?”
“So it is with you. The God who made you is now calling you to leave this land and go out into the world, and he will work through you. Your eyes will be a blessing for the rest of the world, and it is your duty to go out and give them to them.”
They told me that all over the world there were thousands of stories about Jesus, and that anyone who wanted to know about him had to read them. I was given a copy of one of these stories, called The Legend of the Golden Apples, by my uncle, who always seemed to be carrying a book with him, and a box of matches.
I never understood why he liked to do these things, but I loved hearing him tell me stories about how, as a young boy, he’d walk through the woods with an old man, listening to him sing tales of dragons and princes, and the magic of fairies. I learned that it was wrong to fear the dark, that all that mattered was kindness, that if you gave someone a helping hand, they’d be grateful forever. He’d been a student of the holy book of the wise man who lived in the south. He taught me about his travels. He told me that he had spent time in many of the lands where the legends of the Golden Apples are told, and that he’d seen the children waiting by the rivers to eat the fruit that the birds dropped. He told me how they were, even in those days, a symbol of love.
He used to tell me about the wise man who lived in the south, and his teachings. When I would try to ask questions he would talk about the way that every living thing shared in a common destiny. He taught me about humility, kindness, and patience. He taught me about the Holy Bible. He told me about the holy book that contained all the teachings of the wise man and how, when it was passed from person to person, each had learned something new. I was taught how to make the holy book out of the pulp of the apple. How to make the cover out of the leaves of a tree that grew by the river, how to make the glue from the tears of a girl, and how to make the ink from the sap of the plant that grows near the sun. I learned to read and to write, how to count from one to a thousand, how to do simple math, and how to speak like a true Christian man. In the way that they do, he would teach me about love, so that I would never be so filled with hate as to do something terrible to another.
They took us south, a long time ago, and they showed me where all the good folks went. Where the wise man lived, the river wept, and a river was born out of sorrow, and tears, and sadness. A river that was so cold that the wind froze it over, and a snow that was so white it blinded men and women, and a night that was so black it was too dark to see anything.
I was so young, so much younger than the boy he would teach me to become, and when he took me away from this village I was left wondering if I was dying, if I would ever see my village again, if I would ever see the kind man who taught me. So many questions, so many unanswered. He taught me about life and death, about love and hate, and about compassion and cruelty. He taught me about justice, what it is, and what it isn't.
He taught me all of this, and told me to trust him, so that he would always be there for me. But I didn't trust him, I didn't trust him at all. Not then, and not now. If he would leave me then, I would never trust him again. But he never left me, he never left me. He was there for me and he was there for the world.
I learned what kindness is. Kindness and mercy and compassion are just as important as justice, although they seem to be overlooked by many people, even the most learned. Because they are overlooked so easily, we sometimes don't realize how important they are, but they are just as important as the cold steel of justice, which seems to be the only thing that we know is true.
We are all human, we all want the same things, we all want to be safe and protected. We all want to be cared for, loved, and sometimes we forget that we all want the same thing. We're all made of the same things, we all want to be safe and protected, we all want to be loved and cared for. But we all forget the most important thing, which is that we are all human, and we should all be treated with kindness and compassion and love, because this is the way it's always been done.
In this world, we can only trust each other. We must all know that we have each other, we must know that we have each other, and we must treat each other with respect and love. But if we want to survive, we have to do more than that, we have to live together. We have to give each other the opportunity to live our own lives. We have to allow the human body to grow and develop and to live out our natural lives. We have to allow our souls to be at peace and free. We have to learn to see the reality of who we are and what we have, and we have to remember that we are more than just a human body, and we are more than just a soul. We are a human being, we are a spiritual being, we are a being that has a heart and a soul, and this is who we are.
"Life," he said. "It's not about money. It's about love. It