My Tibetan Dogs Offering to Buddha

My new dog, Sparky, recently showed a surprising act of spirituality and, what seemed to be charity. Sparky is a Tibetan Spaniel mix we believe is a "Tibalier" and looks like a little Shi-Shi lion or Fu-dog, just like those found on top of incense burners and guardian statues in the ancient orient. The Tibalier is created by crossing the purebred Tibetan Spaniel with the purebred Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. It is considered a hybrid dog, meaning it is not purebred, however the lineage is known. Where as the term mutt is used when a dog has an unknown lineage. We're not certain of his age, because he's a rescued dog, but he's still fairly young. This dog has shown incredible intelligence and has learned most basic commands very quickly; even learning to fetch dropped tools or pens for me.

This morning I was re-arranging the bedroom and had set our beloved thin bodied meditating Buddha statue on the bed. It's a rather large statue, so the posture makes the lap a great place to set offerings and the like. Little Sparky put his front paws on the bed and stood there with a questioning facial expression; almost as if he were listening to something. Upon seeing the statue on the bed, Sparky suddenly left the room in a jog. He quickly returned with his favorite plastic bone. Then he jumped onto the bed and carefully set that toy onto the Buddha lap! Using his nose, he nudged the toy into place. He even took care not to bump the copper Yantra that always rests there. A yantra is a geometrical diagram representing the universe. It's used in Hindu worship and meditation; similar to a mandala.

We don't often set new items onto that Buddha statue, so Sparky could not have been imitating a repetitious action he'd seen us perform. Our little boy simply seemed compelled to make an offering! We feel certain that Spirit does indeed dwell within that statue, and are even more blessed by the presence of Lord Buddha than before. Of course, Sparky could have just thought the skinny guy looked hungry! What a special experience to have witnessed!

The image of Buddha, at the right, is special photomanipulation art I created from a digital photograph of our statue.

Paranormal Indiana

I've just joined the site for the Indiana Ghost Trackers, Kokomo Chapter. I'd google the subect as soon as we decided to start making the move to my husbands old home town, but having made a Facebook contact from the group, I decided to join up. My username is Witchy-One, and I really look forward to meeting more ghost hunters and also local Pagans into the paranormal.

Kokomo Indiana stands out as a minor Mecca for the unusual. I think it's fun to be relocating to a town I've heard Art Bell speak of so often; Thankfully that Kokomo Hum seems to have stopped. More than just a place for ghost hunting, Kokomo seems to offer mysteries in the sky as well as the earth. A recent episode of the History Channels UFO Hunters titled "Heartland Explosion" explains in detail.

"Late in the evening of April 16th, 2008, the tiny town of Kokomo, Indiana was rocked by an ear-piercing, high decibel boom. Houses shook. Thousands of panicked citizens called 911." Though she didn't feel the need to dial 911, my own Mother-in-Law did hear and feel the boom. Her story didn't differ from witnesses on the show it was really cool to listen to a first-hand account first-hand! See what will be my own new home town in the video below. Keep your eyes and sences open wherever you go!


Toy Tossing Ghost

Though I'm slowly becoming accustomed to ghost encounters, they still give me the chills. Most recently, while touring a small church campus, a non-living resident came to call. I'd been touring an upper floor that's reserved for congregational activities when I noticed that it seemed another person was up there somewhere. With each room I entered I prepared a polite greeting to cross my lips, but I didn't see anyone. One room in particular held the distinct feeling that a person had just left the room prior to my entry; and indeed a few objects I handled seemed oddly warm to the touch, as if another hand had just occupied the same space. There was no heaviness to the air or creepy sensation to set my senses a tingling in defense, so I gave nothing more than a fleeting thought of the paranormal before moving back downstairs.

One of the rooms of the lower floor is used for young child care, and had been well played, so my companion and myself volunteered for toy pick-up duty. Three people in total made quick work of putting the toys in proper place. After the member of the congregation had left the room we gave the space a final visual check. All was tidy except for a few toys set back on a side board counter, but they were at least off the floor. Just before we turned to leave the room there was a slight clicking sound and those toys flew forward off the counter, landing on the floor! They'd been placed about a foot from the edge of a mostly level surface, so could not have slid off by accident or minor vibration. My immediate response was to say out loud that it wasn't a very nice thing to do since we'd just picked-up the room, but despite my boldness a cold sliver ran up my spine. Feeling brave, I stepped forward and replaced the toys were they'd been previously. The surface of the counter was quite warm to the touch and I got a very distinct sense of a male presence. Because I'd not felt any threat from "him" I wagged my finger in chastisement, reminding him that it wouldn't be polite for our church going friend to take blame if the room were later found in disarray; it would be funny, but not polite at all. With a bit of a chuckle, we left the room.

A short while later my companion and I sat outside to discuss the incident. Yes, we'd clearly seen the objects move! No, it didn't seem there was an explanation other than poltergeist type activity. We didn't feel as if a repressed psychokinetic energy were involved either, since we weren't stressed about being in a church; Repressed psychokinetic energy is a theoretical psychic force produced, usually unconsciously, by a person when undergoing physical or mental trauma. Then, at nearly the same time, we proclaimed to have felt a male energy, though a genteel one. As if in reply to our pondering an upper window facing us developed a slight dark outline in the shape of a person! We raised our eyebrows in surprise, but then just smiled and waved a "hello".

I felt that the supposed Spirit didn't want us to leave because he was pleased to be acknowledged. The experience was somewhat sad, as he seemed lonely; I may bring home a stray animal on occasion, but I won't bring home stray ghosts! I offered my word that I'd come back another time for a visit and the form in the window seemed to disperse. I don't understand how or why a Spirit would choose to stay in place with the living, but I hope he was given a bit of comfort by having been acknowledged once again.