We Are Their Advocates

photos by Donny

Let’s warm up.
You can begin to give it to her,
a complete handling.
Will someone tell me what that means,
include her in the podcast?
She’s a dog.
What can she do?
She just lays there.
Start handling her softly,
speaking to her like she’ll get offended if you don’t.
There’s a dog aware of its human being.

She’s so soft with herself.
She’s good at play.
Thirty seconds Rottweiler takes over.
Captain America
has the solution snap his fingers.
Now that’s a brain dog.
Where is this visible taking her for a walk?
It’s nowhere apparent.
You haven’t reached inside her yet.
You gotta make that connection.
That’s the tricky part.
I don’t know how to accomplish this.
With a whole lot of gentle persuasive love.
You gotta get in those eyes.

They’re for sell.
She loves to look at people.
She’s aware of her surroundings
like a slightly human child.
It’s wonderful.
She dotes on you.
She loves your hand.
You know how to rub a dog.
You get into it.
You bond with her.
She feels goosebumps inside.
You’re her parental figure,
and she loves you so much.
Everything comes from your hand.
She knows what you mean to her.

Are you crazy on your trip you get to fly a plane?
She knows she’s special to you.
She sees you as her partner,
her Spirit. [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
She has divine feelings for you.
They’re awesome.
She noses you around
in big Rottweiler gulps.
She takes in your life force like it’s food.
There’s an exchange rate.
You eat hers like it’s the story of the day.
You’re special to each other.
She knows she’s got your love.
She gets into yah.
Dude. [vision of Lisa hunched down in the field where we walk the dogs a long ways off from us, her hind legs much taller than normal, deformed actually, and she was looking at us but not responding]
Lisa!
Lisa’s tarrying.
She can be found across.
We entered on Lisa.
This is dog patch.
We need to find her/get over her. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
How do we rescue?
How do we take her time upon us?
We have to look for her.
We’re counting sheep.
We just sit there and stare.
I think she’s gonna take a military parade.
You can’t do anything that loses life force.
Lisa’s a moment of concentration.
Include her in your sadhana concentration.
You have to look for her everywhere.
You do this till you find her.
I don’t think you’re far from her.
You keep her in your sights.
Go find her.
She’s a trade away.
We have to come terms with our sweetheart
beyond the edges of life.
Are we seeing things that’s not there?
I’d rule.
I’d run.
Come on let’s get this show on the road.

I hope I have every way to show you this to chef.
You’re ill-prepared for it.
It leads you along.
Shall we say it opens doors?
It’s a call to captain.
Where is that meditative moon?
Stoned,
nippity’s found her.
We’ve branded a dog.
No, we haven’t stamped our hoof on her.
It’s her human we’re worried about.
We’ve calculated her
to express this,
not in terms of consciousness,
in terms of inner being.
The consciousness rides along.
It’s got a lot of catching up to do.
We’re changing consciousness.

That dog’s a swirl,
the Luna that’s a Lisa beginner.
It’s our purpose with her,
any dog
that’s soul arrived.
Lisa accomplished this
before she died.
Luna is great in her shoes.
We’re babying her.
She gets the special treatment.
It’s her head we want her to follow,
nice and human.

She came to us a miracle.
Lisa died on social media.
Immediately somebody gave us a dog,
a baby Rottweiler.
A great confusion started.
Someone in the house kept her for himself
on one of the lower floors.
We fought.
I saw the dog in vision
several times a day.
They kept her locked away.
Sunshine she was.
They knew I wanted her.
They knew she was for me.
I knew she’d be mine.
She’s soul prepared.
Then the day came
they let her out of the room.
There was no question she was my dog.
I had seen in vision the day she’d come.
Her days she came with me.
Soon they stopped getting her at night.
This was my joy.
That dog was my special angel.
Still is.

We trust her.
A little baby rides on her back and pulls on her ears.
She has Nitish in her paws.
That love’s a spectacle to see.
She’s the special dog in the room,
and everybody knows it.
She’s part of my intelligence.
I’ve ego-bonded with her.
Dog is wonderful for that.
Love bonds us closeness all day long.
She’s up against me now.
To pet her is a thrill.
I have such joy seeing her.
She’s like my little boy.
This is absolutely free and clear.
No zoo feelings crowd my day.
She’s a wonderful device.
No one sees this potential in dogs.
Want a puppy
grow up,
and a child has arrived
no hassle.
There’s a child;
you’re learnin’ to love children without offense.
You learn what normal people feel with children.
Those parts are left alone.
They’re kinda gross, aren’t they?
You even learn how to give baths:
okay I’ll do it.

Now that boy beside me,
and his breaths are a rhythm on me now,
sleeping Nitish,
I take him to dog.
You, see the relationship.
Great teachers dogs are,
like Rottweiler size
and demeanor.
You have to special them,
or they bite,
raise them like a human child,
with a whole lotta love and attention.
Peekaboo you little furry thing.
Can I just drown you in sweetness?
I love my dog.
You’re angry about it,
if you’re an outsider to dog,
or slightly amused,
What’s this stuff?
Yeah I know,
they only last as long as a child does.
That’s written into the picture.
You see it?
Let’s go agree with boys:
a dog is your best friend.
Thank you dog.
Okay I’m buildin’ bridges
and puttin’ Luna on one
on my mountain.
We’re catering her to human,
bringing her forth.
She’ll cross over into humanity next.
It’s where souls bring dogs,
and you thought it must be monkeys
that take that next leap
into human terms
from reincarnation’s bounds.
Dogs and cats sit with us
and learn human.
Can I reveal this on earth?

We’re a dog depository
to bring that forth.
We know what’s at stake.
We teach them human,
but we don’t dress them in clothes
and give them bottles to wear.
That’s ridiculous.
We don’t fry their brains with all that silly stuff.
This is mean.
We let them be dogs still.
Their humanity’s an inner release
we pick up on through dream and vision.
It’s not something you decide to do.
You watch the process happen
where soul and divine guide you.
It’s not something you make up.
We’re there.
We opt with her
and just reveling in her dog.
Oh we love her.
We’re a way station for dogs
that’s got this goin’.
Of course we have a house full of dogs,
and they all sleep in the bed,
roam the house like children,
and we do love them
like they’re our kids.

I will put up with you only so far as you’re dog.
No, I think everybody gets that special treatment,
kids most of all.
I’m holdin’ one now as he’s sleepin’,
and here comes the dawn.
I love this little boy.
It’s mind expanding.
We’ll chariot dogs
to their drive human.
This is our work with them.
This is what we do.
It’s soul arranged,
and you don’t pick them out of a litter.
It happens on its own until you see it.
You don’t bring dog into the room.
You don’t even know he’s there.
You get a soul revelation.
That’s how it’s done.
Can you grasp that?

One day we’ll be masters at this,
and what dogs will arise
and what human.
Meanwhile let’s find Lisa
and take Luna by the hand
and bring her over to us.
I’m showin’ you that happenin’.
It’s happened all along.
We just didn’t see it.
Soul evolution,
it’s not a Darwinian thing.
We created dog for this
as we got more sophisticated,
so they’d take on our role,
and our species would be spared
from evolution’s gamble.
Primitive man didn’t know this.
They didn’t.
What a surprise dog in hand.
It manifested from soul ground,
the real push behind the world,
and we’re lettin’ it happen
where we live.
Dog and boy
get some good clothes, you know?
Luna
gives us her view.
I’m hip.
Can’t take it out.
You remind me now
of the leaves on the tree.
I don’t care.
You know how chamber work.
You fill it
when you’re in there.
When you’re comin’,
you’re not too concerned about it.
Excuse me sir, no way does the city reopen.
I’m inclined to believe that.
I just keep goin’ dog.

Let me relieve that.
I’m all about the bound today,
kitchen sink.
Mind wear a popsicle.
Mind wear constantly reoccurring thought:
I’m listenin’ to yah.
The rise of dog,
such good tidings.
Now can we title this?
We have correct terms.
Down the beaches.
We have an attachment mule.
You’re just in the way.
Too much affection brings fear.
You’re hands are here:
never lose her.

Well I have a question.
Is attachment always the end result of love,
avoid it by backing off physical intimacy?
What high Heaven you from?
I wanna pet my dog.
I need this
and not just for affection.
This was divinely arranged.
I wanna talk to the divine that arranged that,
not the aloof mule.

The thicket,
it’s in the house of thought.
Grab thought by the horns.
Don’t let the people go
I am to confront.
When you pet them your hands reinforce this.
We steal Douglas
alright.
You guys never touch,
or once in a blue moon.
With Lisa,
you can’t touch her,
but the attachment burns you all day long.
What Rottweiler
eating
in your mind
I love that dog, I love that dog?

Can we not love our dogs?
You’re just not the formula to bring peace on earth.
The mom packet,
would they love their children?
What do we do here?
Do I go at room daddy? [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
Take the boy skiing.
Let your hands tell ‘im you love ‘im,
and keep your hands free of life force
by grasping him right.
Don’t eat on him.
You’re giving him affection.
You can so easily confuse that.
There’s a free and clear feeling in your brain.
You’re not holdin’ your attachment.
This is not a possessive article.
You pet you free.
They need it not you,
and we’re comin’ along here to the bowels of enlightenment.
You don’t grab the world as sustenance,
either in your mind or in your hands.
You can love dearly
and not consume the other’s love.

We’re calling on you to be aloof
in your mind’s eye.
You study God.
You’re pettin’ Him.
That dog is just the occasion.
Now call Lisa in your mind,
and you’re not calling her for your sakes.
She’s bound and needs your help.
Your attachment has hurt her,
and you need to let go,
all the while feeling her.
She’s God’s child.

Now can we get this straight?
It’s an attitude you hold in your mind
so the vital doesn’t eat,
and you don’t breed attachment.
This is the integral healing.
This is the mainstay.
Take these ingredients and go to darshan with that little boy,
holding him in God’s love. [November 24th, Day of Victory]
Study enlightenment,
and all dogs get this special treatment.
We’ve solved the moon
with flesh on earth,
and it feels good, doesn’t it?

That’s a pretty ugly kid,
need to help ‘em
growin’ up.
We don’t just let street dogs loose.
Can we not kill them either?
A facility
in the neighborhood
that helps them
just makin’ rounds.
Can every neighborhood grasp one?
Take this one and spay it,
that one and neuter it.
That’s every street dog in the neighborhood,
and we let them live in the neighborhood
until they die out.
We’d feed them care for them.
The street’s their neighborhood,
not the facility,
but the hospital’s there.
The one that bite,
we can’t let them do that,
and some just have eyes for humans.
We’d adopt those.
Can we get along?
We can sure help street dogs.

Today at 1 o’clock we have 36 minutes.
That is the one to throw out the dog.
I don’t think so.
He cares about people.
We’re friends for eight hours,
as long as I’m working there,
my whole shift.
Panic extra,
the second half,
we don’t school children.
This is a facility for dogs.
It’s not a language lab.
They visit,
I mean some kids.
It’s not their job to take care of the dogs.
[vision of Nitish in such a facility, laying on his side crying, focus on the side of his head]
For those wannabes,
they can have some chores there.
We need this vet
to come in daily for the program.
They’re there to take care of the program.
They’re there to treat dogs,
the strays of the neighborhood,
not the pets of the people there,
else they lose their time at one facility.
We gotta thang goin’.
It’s a hop, skip, and a jump away from a small warehouse.
It doesn’t dispense medicine.
See your local vet for that.

We’ve got kids who clean the place.
Oh do we?
Those wannabes.
They wanna be somebody who takes care of dogs.
They’re not punished in the sun.
They help out around the place.
They don’t have the shoe capacity
to be regular employees or run the place.
I think the dog lovers here are professionals.
It’s their occupation,
and they get paid well,
and they get scheduled right.
No 12 hour work week,
I mean days.
Regular time off.
This is all part of the plan
of the functioning society
we have to put together.
We are on our way.
You’re up on that roof,
tryin’ to fly this thing.
Good doctor it works.
I’m mean we get goin’.

You can’t get ‘em out this room.
They’re a vision bundle.
I’m about process and tardiness.
I see in vision
I give the world to care.
I grapple with this everyday.
You hear me speak,
and these are not my words.
They come from afar,
spiritual vision.
I’m not the author of these programs.
I don’t choose what to speak.
It comes upon me.
It’s on me now.

What flavor is this?
I want to become the world
everybody sees
and every freedom in there.
I want to hope guide you
so that we all become better people.
And you see this vision’s for me.
I change the world on my terms,
as I see the visions.
The visions come through me.
They deal with my stuff
in world terms.
I’m their lawyer.
I could be a better vision.
I could do a better vision,
and here I am improve.
On with the show.
There’s a large program
we need to see immediately.
Do we do somethin’ here?
I felt hands press me awake. [vision of this line in the middle of a page, typed, and it sounded in voice loudly]
What is the soul of Halloween?
Your Rottweiler on the other side.
We see the dead,
and we watch them die.
They grotesque
in transitioning.
Donny do you see this?
We come together on purpose.
We have to bring your Rottweiler to clover,
the place of paradise.
That’s her transitioning now.
She’s a visual leftover.
I see her the way she’s dead.
This is not nice to look at.
You can’t always say she’s Rottweiler.
She gets all mixed up.
Isn’t that the form of dog?
In gross overlays.
She’s morphin’ into her death form.
We can’t see her,
and it’s a clear certain form to look at.
She’s dead.

I don’t know how to look at her—
strange form.
She comes up to you all the time
in the image of dream.
I don’t think you grasp her yet.
You’re lookin’ for her.
I don’t know how we come together.
We just keep tryin’.
It’s okay, she sees you.
Then why can’t we open to each other?
This is comin’.
You must continue.
I have so many questions about her state.
I wanna know if she’s cared for.
She’s a little dog.
I think she gets a warm hand sometimes.
She’s met some kind souls.
She’s comin’ for you.
It’s just a matter of time.
Keep her in your sights.
She’s comin’.

Okay I’ve said my piece
on the division of dogs,
the real live orchestra.
It’s a different kind of dog
we humanize.
It’s not an arbitrary every one.
You can see their self-awareness.
It’s not the way they lick themselves.
They’re lookin’ at the world
they’re so aware of their place in it,
and that smarts.
Their dog day has begun,
and they know there’s more to it than that.

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