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Spiritual Stories of Beautiful Animal Souls

Beautiful Spiritual Stories

Spiritual Stories are always a joy to share, here are a few stories that have passed my way over the years. I hope they touch your heart the same way they have touched me.  Feel free to copy & paste and share them with souls that are close to you.  Authors Unknown           Love & Light  emerald fairy – Lynn

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Lizard Love ~ This is a true story that happened in Japan.

In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tore open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside was hammered into one of its feet. He saw this, felt pity, and at the same time he was curious.

When he checked the nail, turns out, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built. What happened? How had the lizard survived in such a position for 10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling.

Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step–since its foot was nailed! So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it had been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appeared another lizard, with food in its mouth.

Ahh! He was stunned and at the same time, touched deeply. Another lizard had been feeding the stuck one for the past 10 years…Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened with this tiny creature…What can love do? It can do wonders! Love can do miracles! Just think about it; one lizard had been feeding the other one untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.

 If a small creature like a lizard can love like this…

 Just imagine how we can love if we try.

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Swans and Geese

This is quite touching, so sweet and beautifully written.

Where we live, on the Eastern shore of Maryland, the gentle waters run in and out like fingers slimming at the tips. They curl into the smaller creeks and coves like tender palms. The Canada geese know this place, as do the white swans and the ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay as they skim their way into harbor. In the autumn, by the thousands, they come home for the winter.

The swans move toward the shores in a stately glide, their tall heads proud and unafraid. They lower their long necks deep into the water, where their strong beaks dig through the river bottoms for food. And there is, between the arrogant swans and the prolific geese, an indifference, almost a disdain.

Once or twice each year, snow and sleet move into the area. When this happens, if the river is at its narrowest, or the creek shallow, there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.

It was on such a morning, near Osford, Maryland, that a friend of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window, which overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river, beyond the dock, the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment she stood quietly, looking at what the night’s storm had painted. Suddenly she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted window.

“It really is,” she cried out loud, “there is a goose out there.” She reached to the bookcase and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Into its sights came the figure of a large Canada goose, very still, its wings folded tight to its sides, its feet frozen to the ice. Then from the dark skies, she saw a line of swans. They moved in their own singular formation, graceful, intrepid, and free. They crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the house, moving steadily to the east.

As my friend watched, the leader swung to the right, then the white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from the top of the sky downward. At last, as easy as feathers coming to earth, the circle landed on the ice. My friend was on her feet now, with one unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life he still had might be pecked out by those great swan bills.

Instead, amazingly instead, those bills began to work on the ice. The long necks were lifted and curved down, again and again, it went on for a long time. At last, the goose was rimmed by a narrow margin of ice instead of the entire creek. The swans rose again, following the leader, and hovered in that circle, awaiting the results of their labors.

The goose’s head lifted. Its body pulled. Then the goose was free and standing on the ice. He was moving his big webbed feet slowly. And the swans stood in the air watching. Then, as if he had cried, “I cannot fly,” four of the swans came down around him. Their powerful beaks scraped the goose’s wings from top to bottom, scuttled under its wings and rode up its body, chipping off and melting the ice held in the feathers. Slowly, as if testing, the goose spread its wings as far as they would go, brought them together, accordion-like, and spread again. When at last the wings reached their fullest, the four swans took off and joined the hovering group. They resumed their eastward journey, in perfect formation, to their secret destination. Behind them, rising with incredible speed and joy, the goose moved into the sky. He followed them, flapping double time, until he caught up, until he joined the last end of the line, like a small child at the end of a crack-the-whip of older boys. My friend watched them until they disappeared over the tips of the farthest trees. Only then, in the dusk, which was suddenly deep, did she realize that tears were running down her cheeks and had been for how long she didn’t know.

 

This is a true story. It happened. I do not try to interpret it. I just think of it in the bad moments, and from it comes only one hopeful question: “If so for birds, why not for man?”

Why do good people die?

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We have just experienced nature and all its fury as we lost many souls from their life experience. The country is saddened and for many  it becomes a defining moment as their lives will be changed forever. Some may choose to stay and rebuild their homes and others will move to other locations.  When any disaster befalls us on earth, we see souls at their best and worst. It also is a reminder of  our own mortality,  some of us will be reminded of people we have lost in our life times. Many of us believe in Heaven as a place where souls go when they die, a beautiful place where people and animal souls are surrounded by Angel’s and Universal Love. To many of us this is a beautiful real idea so I believe in times when we feel saddened is truly a time to draw on Faith that we are not alone, that this is just a place we stay awhile until its our time to return home to the place we call Heaven.

When any disaster befalls us individually or collectively in our despair  we sometimes wonder why. The big question that many ask is “Why does God let good people die?”.  I used to ask this question as well until I read a book that explained an answer I understood.  Here is a quote from that wonderful source of knowledge.

 

 

Taken from The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ by Levi H. Dowling

 An Interesting Answer to an Age Old Question – from a book that I found inspired me, It’s not from a religious affiliation but rather from a Universal Source of Knowledge.

 

 

A Great Storm on the sea destroys many lives and a man questions Jesus

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If God rules the worlds and all that in them is, did he not bring about this storm? Did he not slay these men? Has he not brought this sore distress upon these people here? and was it done to punish them for crimes?  Did God bring on this all because these men were doubly vile?
And Jesus said, We cannot look upon a single span of life and judge anything.  There is a law that men must recognise; Result depends on cause.  Men are not motes to float about within the air of one short life, and then be lost in nothingness.  There are undying parts of the eternal whole that come and go, lo, many times into the air of earth and of great beyond, just to unfold the God-like self.

 

 

A cause may be part of one brief  life; results may not be noted until another life.  The cause of your results cannot be found within my life, nor can the cause of my results be found in yours.  I cannot reap except what I sow and I must reap whate’er I sow, The law of all eternities is known to master minds; Whatever men do unto other man the judge and executioner will do to them.

 We do not note the execution of this law among the sons of men.  We note that the weak dishonored, trampled on and slain by those men called strong.  We note that men with wood like heads are seated in the chairs of state; are kings and judges, senators and priests, while men with giant intellects are scavengers about the streets.

We note that women with a moiety of common sense, and not a whit of any other kind, are painted up and dressed as queens, Becoming ladies of the courts of puppet kings, because they have the form of something beautiful; while God’s own daughters are their slaves, or serve as common laborers in the field.

The sense of justice cries aloud; This is travesty on right.

So when men see no further then one little span of life it is no wonder that they say, There is no God, or if there is a God he is a tyrant and should die.  If you would judge aright of human life, you must arise and stand upon the crest of time and note the thought and deeds of men as they have come up through the ages past;  

For we must know that man is not a creature made of clay to turn again to clay and disappear.  He is part of the eternal whole. There never was a time when he was not; a time will never come when he will not exist.                
And now we look; the men who now are slaves were tyrants once; the men who now are tyrants have been slaves.  The men who suffer now once stood aloft and shouted with a fiend’s delight while others suffered at their hands.

And men are sick, and halt, and lame and blind because they once transgressed the laws of perfect life, and every law of God must be fulfilled.  Man may escape the punishment that seams but due for his misdoings in this life; but every deed and word and thought has its own metes and bounds, Is cause, and has its own results, and if a wrong be done, the doer of the wrong must make it right. And when the wrongs have all been righted then man will arise and be at one with God.
Aquarian Gospel 114;19