11 years... (part 2)

Special year I said? After the events of this weekend I’d say creepy, mysterious, challenging but overall fascinating. As I mentioned earlier Lujzi, my little magician disappeared yesterday. There’s nothing special or unusual about that, it has become an everyday thing in our household, but what is different this time is that she hasn’t reappeared in two days. This has never happened before. I searched for her in the heathlands using all my creativity and joy I was clever dickying about in a previous entry, I left the caravan open all day hoping she would wander back after her fun and today I called the dog warden which usually does the trick in the end. Nothing! No sign of her as if she has vanished into thin air… When I’m not blogging or dog walking lately most of my life consists of visiting elderly people as a part of my job. They love to ask me about my adventures, my dogs or ‘little herbs’ as one of the ladies calls them. Today all of them were worriedly interrogating me on the latest update of Lujzi’s disappearance, and one of them asked me a question to which my answer made my own jaw drop… She asked me how long I had had Lujzi and as I said ‘11 years’ I could not believe the latest piece of the puzzle of synchronicities. It was 11 years ago that my Dad passed away, that I first discovered that chapter in Doreen Virtue’s book, that the girl said to me ‘you’ll see what happens in 11 years’ and it was 11 years ago also that my brother brought home a shivering little 8 week old flea bag from the street that he first thought was a hedgehog, but it turned out to be our menace called Lujzi. I don’t know where all this is leading me but I am determined to find out. Furthermore, as an interesting detail, the last time I went away on my Shakti dance course weekend, which is held in a magical college in the middle of a forest, I met a girl who was a shamanic healer. That specific day I had had a mini meltdown on my way to the course over something tragic like not finding my phone and as I arrived at my dog sitter/healer’s house I asked her if she knew any reliable shamanic healers as I had been receiving various signs to go and see one. We chatted about the topic and then I forgot about it. That night there was a special Shakti dance session taking place which involved crystal bowl healing as well. It was powerful beyond belief, and after the session ended somehow two half crescents lit up in front of my eyes and radiated whether my eyes were open or shut. If that wasn’t weird enough, the teacher ended the class saying ‘go and say something off the wall to someone’ so that’s exactly what we did; a girl who I had just met, and myself were walking up the hill, discussing tree hugging. All of a sudden we heard the sound of a tawny owl, I wish I could take credit for recognising the bird, but it was this girl who told me as it turned out she was a shamanic healer!!! So off I went the next evening to see her and try one of her healing sessions. That night, walking to her house on top of a hill and back to my accommodation I saw 6 shooting stars, and a seventh on the following night. I don’t think I’ve seen so many in my entire life. One of them made its way across the sky just as we had reached her house to start the session, accompanied by the hooting of yet another tawny owl. To cut a long story short, one of the things I was told after this session was that my power animal or totem animal as the Native Americans would say is an eagle and that it appeared straight away at the beginning of the session. The reason I mention this is that the night of Lujzi’s dissapearance, the first night I spent without her, I had the most vivid dreams I have had in a long time and I remembered clearly in the morning that I had seen the drawing of an eagle…