Venus, page 9
12 January
Elisabeth has not been to the supermarket for a couple of days and typically, today, when she least expects it, she bumps into Ben with his friends in town. This time he sees her. Apparently, he goes white, bursts into tears and runs away. Now she feels awful.
I am a sensitive dog
But at least he knows she’s around.
I smell change in the air and consult with my angel, who agrees with a smile. She responds. ‘When you are on the ocean looking for land, you see birds acting as signs that you are approaching your destination. This is the same for Elisabeth.’ I wag my tail in sheer delight and jump up at her to try to impart the news. She doesn’t get the message, but she laughs with me.
14 January
Elisabeth’s husband has found out that Ben has seen her. He’s incandescent with rage and is sending her rude texts and threatening to withdraw the boy from school in the middle of term and move out of the area if she dares to go near him again.
She’s trying to progress their divorce but he’s stonewalling at every turn. Mum suggests she does another uncording exercise to free herself from his energy. Good idea, I think, and I’m keen to watch what happens. Maybe I can even assist. Cats usually assist with spiritual psychic work, so it should be Brutus’s job, but I have helped Mum with healings in our past lives together.
They light a candle and Mum helps Elisabeth to put down grounding cords and then invokes Archangel Michael to place his deep-blue cloak of protection right around her. I move position slightly, so that the blue light can use my energy to flow round her as I realize she needs very strong protection. She relaxes comfortably and then invites her husband to sit in front of her. His spirit arrives in an angry rush and we all jump. I see his dark energy move around her throat, trying to strangle and shake her. No wonder she has had a sore throat! She coughs as if she’s trying to clear it away. Mum asks her to pull the cords away from her throat, but it’s a struggle because, no sooner have they been removed, than more sneak in from another direction. In the end Mum asks Archangel Michael to stand between Elisabeth and her husband so that his energy can’t come near her. I see a column of blue light form between them and nod my approval. Then Mum invokes Michael to cut and dissolve the tentacles that are trying to crush Elisabeth energetically.
Elisabeth breathes more freely after that.
Next, they look at her solar plexus. This is where people and animals hold fear. Elisabeth has been so manipulated by that man that her chakra is tight with terror. To me it looks as though he’s constantly punching her here to try to subdue her will. Mum calls in Archangel Michael to hold his spirit fists away from Elisabeth. Wow! That’s interesting. I actually see Michael’s blue light pour round the man’s wrists and hold them back. Then she invites Archangel Uriel to fill Elisabeth’s solar plexus chakra with golden confidence and a sense of worth.
The woman’s colour is coming back and something has definitely been cleared from her aura, but already I can see more dark feelers coming from her husband, trying to get through to her again. It’s an exercise that she needs to keep doing if she really wants to shake him off and regain her power. I don’t think this is the first lifetime he has controlled her.
To my surprise Brutus strolls across the kitchen and sits on her knee. She’s so grateful for this sign of support that tears flow down her cheeks. Typically, no one realizes how much I’ve done to help. Still, I shall be a noble martyr dog, helping the world and bearing the lack of recognition with fortitude.
Then Mum says, ‘Thank you, Venus. You were brilliant.’
I wag my tail in acknowledgement and lie down modestly before I fall asleep.
17 January
Something has definitely shifted energetically. A date has been set for the divorce and Elisabeth has applied to see the children, but she gathers from her friend Mary that her husband is still poisoning the children, especially Ben, against her,
21 January
What a blow. Ben has written a letter to the court saying that he doesn’t want to see his mother again. Elisabeth knows this is her husband’s influence and she must accept it and wait until her son is ready. She’s anxious not to upset him more. She still lights a candle every day and visualizes herself with both her estranged offspring. I do admire her patience and hope it pays off.
I look enquiringly at my angel who affirms that when you hold a vision without doubt or deviation, it must come to pass. I wish the universe would speed up time.
23 January
Elisabeth has a lump in her stomach and she has postponed going to the doctor for ages, as she has been trying to heal it with visualizations and spiritual work. It has reduced quite a bit in size, but it’s sapping her strength and interfering with her work.
25 January
This morning Elisabeth is going to the hospital for a scan.
She comes home white-faced, as the lump is growing outside her stomach wall and she has to have an operation.
26 January
It’s one of those days with a moody sky and no sunshine. Mum has gone away for a few days to give some lectures, so the new lodger is looking after me. He takes me for a long walk, thank goodness. Elisabeth has gone into hospital in readiness for her operation tomorrow.
27 January
The new lodger is sending healing to Elisabeth for her operation. He says with conviction that his healing will do the trick. There’s blue-green healing energy in his aura but lots of dark colours, too, while his angel is standing patiently beside him trying to touch his heart.
I’m also sending Elisabeth healing and dogs radiate it from the heart with no demands or expectations. Then the angels can use it.
29 January
Elisabeth is home. She’s looking very pale but she’s smiling and is as independent as ever. A friend of hers is staying at our house to look after her. So many people are sending her prayers for healing that her bedroom is full of blue light and there are hosts of angels with her.
It’s lovely, but I want Mum to come home. Tomorrow, they tell me.
31 January
Elisabeth is getting stronger and I like to sit cuddled up with her.
The new lodger takes me to the coach station to meet Mum. I’m so excited that I make little squealing noises and jump all over her and lie on the pavement. I’m just beside myself with joy. I want to lick her to pieces and I can tell she wants to hug me forever.
I’m curled up in bed with Mum. Peace.
2 February
Elisabeth hears from her friend Mary that Ben isn’t at school.
Why?
His father wants to move away from the area to be with his girlfriend, who lives in the north. He’s insisting Ben goes with him but the boy doesn’t want to go. Mary has said Ben can live with them to finish his studies, but his father says he needs his son’s social security money to live on and, what’s more, his son owes it to him.
Mum and I stare at her, goggle-eyed. You mean such things really happen? People actually say these things?
Yes.
I glance at my angel who whispers. ‘The energy is changing and when it’s right, things will move very fast.’ Wow! Watch this space.
5 February
The story today is that Ben’s father has let him go to school, but he still says he’s moving north and Ben has to go with him.
Elisabeth is very concerned. She knows what a bully his dad can be and Ben is quiet and sensitive like her. He’s not a robust young man who can stand up to his father. He’s been browbeaten and cowed, just as she was. He’s also been systematically turned against his mother and no longer knows where the truth lies.
7 February
Elisabeth hears that her ex-husband is packing up the house and preparing to do a moonlight flit without paying the rent. Apparently he has done this before.
It’s emergency time. Elisabeth’s friend, Mary, decides that no matter what, she’s telling Ben the truth about his mother. Elisabeth is relieved, yet worried for her son’s state of mind.
His dad is planning to flit the day after tomorrow and take Ben by force, if necessary.
8 February
How life can change in one day! Mary has told Ben a huge chunk of the truth. He’s shocked, but also relieved.
I ask my angel if Ben is all right and she replies, ‘Truth has a resonance and things are starting to fall into place for him.’ That sounds good.
Elisabeth goes to Mary’s house to meet her son for the first time in years. It’s an overwhelming occasion.
9 February
There’s a phone call. Ben has left his dad’s house and taken refuge at Mary’s.
Elisabeth contacts her older son from her first marriage, who’s a gentle giant, and he drives for three hours to come and support his brother. They meet in a café and talk for the first time in ages. The father won’t try anything against this 6 foot 4 inch young man, who’s built like an oak tree. He’s staying with us for the night while Ben is at Mary’s. I like him, but don’t know why Elisabeth called him. I could have defended them all. I’d love to bite Ben’s dad (with love and light, of course).
10 February
Elisabeth’s older son gets up at the crack of dawn as he has to set out on his three-hour drive back to work. So, we all rise early and Mum takes me out.
We’ve just come home after a fabulous romp in the forest where I chased a squirrel and two birds, and played with several other small dogs.
Elisabeth comes home from work at about 8 p.m. Apparently her ex has driven off in a loaded car leaving the house empty and she’s worried about Ben’s two cats. Has the man abandoned them? And what about Ben’s stuff?
After a bite to eat she collects Ben and his friend. Then they drive round to the empty house. There’s no sign of the cats but there are piles of black bin bags. They search through them by torchlight and retrieve some of Ben’s clothes, his school uniform and his books. They take them to Mary’s.
I think they are very brave. That horrible man could have been lurking around waiting for them, but Mum says I’ve watched too many detective dramas. Real life isn’t like that, she tells me. And she expects me to believe her after this last week?
11 February
Ben is staying at Mary’s for the time being, but she doesn’t have room for him long-term and social services are involved.
The boy receives a text from his father this morning. If he wants his iPod, laptop and other stuff back, he must send £400. That is a shock and neither Ben nor Elisabeth has that amount of money. They fear Ben has lost it all. At least the father seems to have taken the cats and they think he will look after them.
Ben is in a complete muddle and doesn’t know who or what to believe. He doesn’t want to live with his mother, who is a stranger to him after three or four years apart.
Mum says that if he changes his mind, he can, of course, stay with us for a few weeks until they get a house. He can have the guest room as long as he vacates it when we have visitors.
17 February
Social services have found a foster placement for Ben locally. He will move in next week. Elisabeth is both relieved and sad at the same time.
19 February
Ben has changed his mind. After a week of contact with his mother a chink has opened in his mind. He says he wants to live here with her until they get a house. Gulp! A house with a teenager and all his friends. I know life is about experiences, but this is ridiculous. Will I be able to enjoy any beautiful silence in the next few weeks?
22 February
Ben has had a text from his father to say that if he doesn’t send £400, he will take the cats to the RSPCA. We all feel sick. Elisabeth contacts the man’s girlfriend who seems surprisingly nice and says she will keep them until Ben and Elisabeth move into their own home.
The search is on for a house they can afford that will take cats. Mum says, ‘You’ll miss Brutus.’
‘No way!’
Chapter 17
I’m a Teenager
1 March
The first thing Mum does every morning is to look into my eyes, stroke me and say I’m the most gorgeous puppy in the world. Naturally, I agree with this and squirm with pleasure. I love it.
But today she looks at me and says that I’ve grown into a stroppy teenager. Huh! Just because I don’t come the minute she calls when I’m chasing squirrels and birds… or if I want to roll in something foxy and delicious. What a control freak!
On our morning walk I’m chasing around the meadow and she summons me back. Boring! She calls and calls. When I eventually do run back to her she’s cross with me. Why should I go to her to be scolded?
While we are on our afternoon walk, Mum seems to have a change of heart. I’m enjoying myself, dodging in and out of the trees in the forest, but this time when she calls me to her, her voice sounds warm and she opens out her arms and smiles. A beautiful pink light shines out of her heart. Oh wow! I race to her straight away.
She says, ‘Oh Venus, it’s my fault. You need carrots not sticks.’ I must say, she does get things wrong sometimes. I don’t like carrots – nasty orange things. But I love sticks. I pull them out of the log basket in the kitchen and chew them to bits on the carpet. Mum says it makes a mess! I think it decorates the carpet beautifully.
13 March
Buddy, my white Maltese friend, is now a teenager, too, and he won’t leave me alone. Mum says his hormones are raging. Luckily, I’m much faster than he is and he can’t catch me. That’s good now that I’m bigger and want a bit of space, because you know what boys are like.
Buddy is a teenager
22 March
I’m eleven months old now and have what is delicately termed my first ‘season’. There are some very annoying consequences, such as I have to be kept on a lead all the time. Mum bought an extending one for me, but it’s not the same as being free to chase the squirrels and birds in the forest.
Something dreadful happened this morning. (I absolutely hate water, always have done – it’s nasty wet stuff – so I run away as soon as I hear words like ‘bath’ or ‘wash’.) Anyway, in the forest the main paths are lined with wide ditches that fill with water when it rains. They are overflowing right now but I’m such a good jumper that I leap over the ditches and run about on the other side in the trees like a jungle explorer.
It was Mum’s fault. She should have made that lead shorter. I take my usual flying leap over the flooded ditch, like a winged dog-angel, forgetting I’m on an extending lead. It lengthens but reaches its limit while I’m in mid-leap. There’s a moment of suspended shock, then I drop with a horrible splash into the middle of the water. Mum yells ‘Venus!’ and frantically pulls the lead while I paddle until I manage to scramble out.
I’m very cross with her, so I shake myself all over her and soak her. Then she has the nerve to say that I smell disgusting and gives me a bath when I get home.
I thought this morning was bad enough but she never learns. We go for our afternoon walk along that same path where the ditches have flooded. Quite naturally, I forget I’m on a lead. I make a heroic, Olympian leap across the water, but once again I reach the limit of the lead and land with a terrible splash in the middle. Luckily, I’m saved – but when will she look after me properly?
Needless to say I have to have another bath.
As I fall asleep I ask my Guardian Angel petulantly, ‘Where were you when I was nearly drowning this afternoon?’ She replies very lovingly that she had her wings around me to save me. Then she adds that I must take responsibility before I jump into the unknown. Me, take responsibility? What about Mum? Huh!
27 March
I’m supposed to stay on a lead for three weeks while I’m in season. Mum hates to see me restricted, so, as no other dogs are about, she lets me off. I’m so thrilled that I want to find a way to thank her. After a little search I manage to find some fox droppings and roll in them. I know she’ll be delighted that I smell of doggy Chanel No 5… but she isn’t! I can hardly believe she puts me straight back on the lead again. Such ingratitude.
There’s another dispiriting thing about being in season… Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really. I thought I’d be really attractive to male dogs and get lots of attention while Mum fights them off, but they scarcely notice me. What’s wrong with me? I’m young and beautiful and smell divine. And here’s the worst bit, female dogs won’t leave me alone – not just with bottom sniffs, which I can understand, but they’re even trying to jump on top of me! Mum says this will soon pass. I hope so. I haven’t been able to see my friend Buddy because he hasn’t been ‘done’ – whatever that means.
Yet another weird thing is happening while I’m in season. Every time I sit on a chair or a bed, Mum jumps up and spreads a cloth under me. Oh well, I may as well enjoy it while I can.
28 March
Mum’s been on that computer all day. I decide to take my toy to her and gaze at her expectantly, until she plays with me.
It works. She grins at me, ‘Okay, Venus, you win.’ Then she closes down that box she attacks with her fingers, puts on her anorak and we go into the garden together. She gets this funny machine called a scarifier out of the shed. It’s to get the moss out of the lawn and it’s brilliant fun helping her.
