Liquorice Dreams

I've been feeling very out of touch lately, my Angels have felt a million miles away and the messages from them simply a memory. I've lost my ability to connect due to my chaotic work schedule and my daily adrenaline rush, but as things wind down I'm reminded that I'm never alone.

I'm a huge fan of Theresa Caputo aka Long Island Medium. Theresa is a mom to 2 grown children with a biker husband and incredibly long nails. She channels people who have passed with messages for loved ones with incredible accuracy and a lot of love. 

I'm not just a fan of her work, I relate to it. She is the first person I've come across that receives messages exactly like I do. I suppose in all fairness there was John Edward whom I originally related to but he doesn't have his own reality t.v show with insights to his quirky family dynamic like she does. If you don't know her, check out DSTV's TLC channel, its on with repeats on Tuesday evenings at around 19h45.

Sweet Dreams

I think it was Monday morning this week that I woke up with a distinct recollection of a peculiar dream I had experienced the night before. It was a simple, short dream about a black dog, almost Doberman looking. I couldn't tell what breed it was but I knew it was male and I recall the long nose and black coat. 

A female voice said, "He's going to die." and I took my hands and ran them simultaneously down his body, starting at his snout and working my way down to his rear. I recall that it was Reiki I was performing (although I'm not qualified) and I remember his back facing me and I could see all the chakra's realigning, the colours were bright and bold. 

The same female voice said, "He's healed, he's going to live" and then I woke up suddenly. I remember it was a strange, random dream but I didn't think anything of it again - until yesterday.

Sick As A Dog

I have a colleague named Anne, she's the brand manager of an international dental consumable brand and a very good friend to me. I often refer to her as my Soul Sister as she and I just 'click'. 

She's always cooing over her sausage dogs, one of which is a rescue named Liquorice. About 8 months ago Anne told me about how Liquorice had saved her and her families life, not once but twice! He had warned them of the intruders in their home on two occasions and spared the family a potentially tragic fate. 

Yesterday we caught up as we do when she is in. I stand in her office leaning against her visitors chair as we joke and giggle about life. She's not in the office that often due to her busy schedule so the conversation leaps from topic to topic. Suddenly her news turned to the past weekend and concern cast over her face like a heavy veil.

"I've just had Liquorice at the vet, Sunday night he was so sick Tan, I thought he was going to die." Concerned about her little hero Anne elaborates how she rushed Liquorice to the vet with a suspected pancreatic infection, things weren't looking positive and Anne had feared the worst.

Anne spent the rest of Sunday evening praying for her little dog, her eyes welling up at me she says, "You know Tan, he looks almost like a Doberman with his long nose and shiny black coat." 

I stood staring blankly at her as the cogs of my mind slowly turned. I didn't register immediately but when I did I smiled calmly at Anne, "You're not going to believe this." 

After telling her my dream, Anne smiles back and without any question simple says "Thank you" and I smile back because I realise that my Angels and I are reunited.