so my friend nicole told me this.

one night she was alone in her basement bedroom fast asleep. her dog charlie, was cuddled up next to her. all of a sudden, charlie got up, put his butt in the air and growled at her open closet door. nothing was there.

nicole also told me another story about charlie. does anyone remember when there was an earthquake in chicago? a couple weeks back? well nicole was in that same room, with charlie, and her boyfriend, brandon, fast asleep. charlie got up, barked, and laid back down. brandon grunted. minutes later, nicole heard a low rumble. like her whole house was shaking. or a far off explosion. she went to wake up her dad, but he was already awake. he heard it too, and thought it was an industrial explosion. in the morning they heard there was an earthquake in chicago and an earthquake in haiti, killing thousands.

which brings me to this. cats and dogs can detect earthquakes before humans. why cant they detect spiritual energy? if humans can walk around and talk and feel, express emotions, be creative and build, why are we unable to feel energies the way animals do? i think part of it is because we are trained to block it out. when we are little, we tell our moms and dads theres monsters under our bed. but monsters dont exist. fairies dont exist. killer clowns dont exist. disregard it, because its not really there. but its not our parents fault.

we block signs of the after life everyday. we walk around on streets where countless people have died over eons and eons. we walk over there final resting places with complete disregard. we spit on them. piss on them. throw pieces of chewed gum on them. whats to say that the random white pigeon you see while riding the bus isnt your dead grandmother saying hello?

for example, my grandmother LOVED cardinals. she was one of those awesome old ladies that saved everything. if she found a little piece of paper on the ground at the grocery store with a cardinal on it, shed save it and put it in a box. everything was cardinals. im getting a little off topic, but i dont care. its my party and ill blog if i want to.

one time after my grandmother died, my mom was driving to work. it was about an hour drive, and my mom passed the time by listening to the local radio stations. usually, it was the classic rock station, but this particular morning, she found a talk station with a special guest. the guest was a local psychic, and she was taking calls so people could try to connect with their lost loves. i have never believed in psychics like john edward, or the like, because i believe its very easy to manipulate people who are eager to hear from there loved ones. its the power of suggestion. the psychic can easily say something like, "did your grandmother like bees?" and the client could find anyway to relate that to them, because they want it to relate to them. anyways, my mom was listening to this station. listening to the callers stories and whatever. then this one woman called in. she said she wanted to talk to her mother. the psychic started asking questions like, "did your mothers name start with a d? it sounds like dorothy to me" and the caller couldnt relate. dorothy was my grandmothers name. all of sudden, everything the psychic said related to my grandmother.
"did she die of breast cancer?"
"did her husband die a week later?"
"did your mother have 5 children?"
"youre the youngest?"
"you have two older brothers and 2 older sisters?"

still the caller couldnt relate

"im feeling a connection to maine..."
"your mothers fathers name was hazen?"

my mother couldn't deny it anymore. the psychic was talking about her mom. my grandmother. and thats when a cardinal flew into her car.


be like a cat. dont deny it. accept it, and love it. the only reason they exist is because we acknowledge them.