Wakeup Call Message
October 12, 2004

 

  Sananda 

 

          Good morning my dear ones! This is a day of rest and a day of pleasure for many of you. It is also a day in which you count your blessings and see that they are many. I AM Sananda, and I come to share with you a story about a dog and his master. This story is one that defies logic, yet is so true to the human knowing that it is not to be denied.

          Once upon a time there was a dog with a long shaggy coat and big brown eyes. This dog roamed the countryside and was into many things, many forests, many rushing waters, yet his coat never became tangled. He always looked as if he had just been groomed, and his face bore that reflection.

          One day he came along a cliffside, and sitting on the ground was a man who looked to the skies and lamented his plight in life. He in his heart was deciding whether to jump into the sea, and end his life, or to go on back to the village and his meager existence as a barkeeper in the local Inn.

          The dog came up to him and with his tail wagging, licked the manís face. The man turned and snuggled his nose into the soft fur around the dogís ear. He felt a jolt of lightning pervade his body, and with a start he jumped away from the dog.

          The dog shifted his weight, and with a great sigh, he lowered himself onto the manís body, pinning him to the ground. The man struggled, but alas he was not able to move away. He was only able to wiggle his fingers and toes, and this he saw no use of.

          Finally the dog shifted his weight again, and the man managed to get his legs loose and his arms, enough so that he was able to embrace the dog and snuggle his legs close to the dogs belly.

          They stayed as such for some time, and then something began to happen. The dog licked the manís face again, and with that the man held tighter to the dog. With great disgust the man felt great sobs erupt from his throat and out of his mouth into the still morning air. The sobs continued for several minutes until finally they turned into great bursts of laughter.

          The man thought of where he was and what was taking place, and he laughed. He thought of how it must look to any passerby, and he laughed some more. He thought of how good it felt to be this close to this warm bundle of love, and his laughter turned into convulsed peals of derision that somehow appeased his weary soul of any malfeasance.

          When the laughter and mirth were spelled, he then fell into a deep sleep, and with that silence came a new peace about his sleep. He dreamt of a far land in which he walked a great distance. He saw himself in that land surrounded at his destination with a whole village of people who gave him their love and their money. He saw them all in their homes with their meager food and belongings. Then he saw himself in his own home, large and ornate with lavish furnishings, and a feast laid out on the table.

          He then saw that he lived alone in that mansion, and that he had no neighbors to comfort him in his times of loneliness. He saw that when the villagers who loved him and gave him money came together and celebrated their love for each other, they did not invite him, for he was so rich already. He realized that perhaps they were far richer than he.

So he then gave up his mansion and lavish life to become a pauper. He tried to make friends with the villagers, yet they recognized him as their tax collector, and they bowed at his feet for he had supplied them with the needs of life with the taxes he gave them.

          He knew that these needs were met, and that he was under no hardship to supply them for the money far outreached what they cost. So he had become rich on their money and their love. He then gave over the rest of the meager riches to them, for they needed less than he did.

          Now this man who lay here on the grass with this large dog upon him, knew why he was feeling this despair. He knew that he did not realize his worth, and measured it in money and goods. He also knew that in order to realize his worth he was to go within and feel what was there. Then he was to go within and see what was in the villagers, for it was the same thing that was within him. He also knew that to bring wealth to himself, he would also intend to bring wealth to the villagers, for there was enough for all.

He rose, and finding that the dog was no longer there, looked around. Nowhere was there a sight of the dog, nor a strand of his fur on his clothes. He knew that this dog had been a gift to him, a gift of a glimpse into his past and the allowance of the truth to come forward.

          So he ran into the village and into his place of employment. He threw his money down on the bar and cried to those there, ďIíve money enough to buy you all want you want; and then Iíve riches enough to buy you more. Why, Iíve enough to supply you all with anything that will make you comfortable and at ease in this life. All I need do is love you and embrace you, and share myself with you. All you need do is accept what I give you, and see that I am sincere.

          The ones in the bar looked at him and wondered who he was. He came out of the blue and told them something that they liked. Then they welcomed him into their embrace, for they recognized that he needed a friend, and that there was something about him that told them he was sincere. It was as if he carried a secret with him, and that that secret could be revealed if they just welcomed him into their midst, and loved him.

          Then a dog came sauntering into the bar in the late afternoon sun. He was a large dog with a long shaggy coat. This coat looked like it hadnít been brushed in years, so full of thorns and mettle it was. The man took this dog into his arms and cuddled him close, wetting its coat with his tears. Then the dog sat down beside this man and he never left his side again. The man brushed him and groomed him and fed him well. He took care of this dog with all the love and sincerity he could muster, for this dog was his friend and savior.

          This man lives today in the hearts of all those who knew him in those days, they remember the dog who came in and befriended the man. They see that dog every year at the same time, for that dog is never seen at any other time, except by that man who took him into his heart.

          Now when you see a large dog with a long shaggy coat come your way, invite him into your heart and your home for he has a gift for you. You are a rich man and you are in need of a gift of love and truth. And perhaps you can just give him the same.

          Blessed are those who see a gift and welcome it home to their hearts, for they are never poor with the love that they feel. They are home, and they welcome you into their love.

 

Thank you dear Master Sananda,

Love, Nancy Tate