Farewell of a mouse

  Recently my guidance told me to pay attention to the little things.
  Today I was riding bike in a forest. I had a break. I heard a rustling, it was a little mouse. I got down on my knees and said in my mind: "Hey mouse, come over here!" After a minute, it actually came to me. I fondled the mouse. It was ill or just very old it seemed, when walking, it often fell down at one side and it did not nibbling, like mice ususally do. What should I do with this special mouse? Possibly kill it to relieve it from its pain? Not a nice imagination. Some birds of prey nearby would do it for me. Just leave? Well, it came to me...It sometimes moved in its clumsy way and then rested, breathing heavy. I just did what I used to do in retrievals. I closed my eyes, imaginated to radiate soothing energy and spoke of the light to the imagined counterpart of the mouse. Then I asked for assistance, and I was guided to two regions: One seemed to be a kind of group soul, the mice-heaven if you want, the other was the life-form-field which resonates less and less with the mouse's body. I then spoke in my mind to the mouse: "Relax. Sleep. Let go of your body. Go back home." The (physical) mouse writhed and then didn't move anymore. It had died.
  Bye, spooky

This just makes my day.  I love your farewell to the mouse, Spooky!  I would never have thought to approach this situation in that way. 

love, blink:)

Awww geez, how tender that story was.  If it was me finding that sick mouse I would've been balling my eyes out.       Thanks for the story, now I can remember your technique if I need to. 

Last night as I was opening a kitchen cabinet I noticed a funny looking bug on the cabinet door.  Not sure what it would be called.  It was a tad bit bigger than a mosquito and it had big wings that looked paper thin.  The wings were closed together.  Kind of large wings for how small the rest of him was.  He was only a half an inch long.  I like bugs so I wanted to invite him onto the end of my finger.  I put my finger right in front of his antennas.  (My daughter calls antennas "antler's"  hee hee, and I never correct her....hee hee hee).  I could tell that I had his attention, and he was kind of checking out my finger for a few seconds.  He wasn't scared, didn't try to go the other direction. 

You won't believe what he did next. 

He walked a tiny ways up past the tip of my finger so that the side of his wings was against my fingertip.  Then he slid back and forth!     It appeared that he was scratching his wings with my fingertip.  Then he turned around so that the other side of his wings could get scratched too! 

My husband and I were cracking up!  That sweet little bug had probably been needing that for a long time. 

Love,
Vicky   

Hi, I enjoyed your responses! Thanks.

For those who like seeing symbols: After the mouse was dead, a large beetle, black, came across, moving on in a straight line between me and the mouse.

Bye, spooky

Ryan, I truely believe that we can contact an animal just as well as a human while they are still alive.  I set my intention often for doing such things with people.  Even though I don't always get confirmation from it, I believe my intentions get delivered.  But that's talking about part of my spirit contacting part of their spirit sort of thing. 

If you mean to have conscious memory of such contact, I do believe you could do that too.  You can do anything you set your mind and intentions to.  Just work on it and experiment.      By the way, he sounds awfully cute.  How sad for you that he was taken away like that.  That's so unfair.

I loved the mouse story, spooky.  One day, perhaps that little mouse spirit will be in a human body.  Not sure how that all works, but i think it's all spirit of the same essense.

MS