Strange
things happen...
When you live in the tropics of Mexico
Like
me…
Well,
I’m not saying I’m strange…
Though
some would argue with that…
I’m
saying a strange ‘magnet’ kind of thing is going on.
*explanation*
“You’re
a manifester,” my spiritual friend, Donna said.
“You
bring things to you.”
“Like
what?”
“You
prayed for protection one night…
And
you got a cat brought by a dog,”
“And
that is a Mayan Cross,” my other friend added.”
“Mayan
Cross?”
According
to ancient Mayans...
Dogs are the rulers of the night…
And
black cats, usually jaguars, are protectors.
The
fact that I couldn’t find research on this concept…
Didn’t
negate what they said…
Because
this tale may have been handed down verbally.
So
while I’d been thinking of getting a dog…
I hadn’t
made the decision to get a dog yet…
Until…
One
showed up at my house a few weeks ago.
And
not the same dog that brought my cat.
And
speaking of my cat, Ind
He wasn’t
too pleased…
And
did his best to torment the doggie.
But
really?
If I
am a manifester…
Why
can’t I bring an agent and a contract to me?
So
tell me?
Ever
bring things into your life?
How’d
you do it?
Always,
Em-Musing
P.S.
Manifester is not a real word…
Though
I think it should be
Also, if you're a dog person...
And know what breed this is...
Please tell me. She looks like
a cross (not Mayan) between a
Great Dane and a lab.
