Is Jonnie my Spiritual Sidekick or am I hers?
If you have been following my journey into and out of chaos for the last eighteen months (full story @seeking_quietwaters) or have read a little of my blog, you will know where my leanings are.
If you joined me on my travels earlier this year when I was finally able to enjoy some safety and stability, you will know that Jonnie the Street Dog from Egypt landed unexpectedly into my experience in early October last year. If you are new here, Jonnie is a girl.
My best rational thinking would never have allowed it to happen, given my circumstances at the time. It was impractical, insane and impossible. I had no idea what to do with my own future, let alone how I could commit to caring for a dog in the long term. Let alone a street dog rescue that had experienced who knows what kind of trauma and would have had absolutely no training.
Being unceremoniously evicted from the life I believed I was going to have and plonked into a reality that was shaky, uncertain and quite frankly, terrifying - it was unthinkable to bring another potential ball of chaos into the mix.
The events of last Friday evening have given me paws (see what I did there) to reflect on Jonnie’s impact on my life and the means by which she was able to enter it, despite my human resistance.
To recap, Jonnie was rescued in Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt by a truly good human. His mother is a gifted Clairvoyant. (See BLOG #9) She escaped certain death by poisoning and was heading to her forever home and by a deviation in the design, Dave needed to find her alternative lodgings.
I was living alone, in a Caravan, wiling away my Autumn foraging and maniacally making jams and chutneys from the figs, tomatoes and squash that grew haphazardly in my garden and the apples, pears and pumpkins that my neighbours gifted me. Trying to remain present in the pleasure of this new experience without giving into fear and resentment over the past and the future.
A friend of Dave’s reposted the call out for Jonnie’s forever home. That mutual friend just happens to be in recovery, just happens to be from my old industry in London, an acquaintance of twenty years and just happens to have fallen in love with and relocated to France. Make of that trio of coincidences, what you will.
I don’t click on stuff that will make me sad. I cry at the Jungle Book when Baloo dies. Even when I know he is not really dead! When that video of Jonnie popped up, playing with Dave’s rescue dog, Magic – my heart melted. I burst into tears and before it was over, I was typing out a message asking them to consider me as her future sidekick.
It was as if I had been taken over. I had no control over what I was doing. No thought to stop, no consideration of the craziness and it wasn’t until the following morning I realized the gravity of what I had done while not, strictly speaking, in control of my own actions.
Dave arrived the following day, giving me no time to rationalize or reconsider. Jonnie bounded out of the car and into my arms, rolling over at my feet to have her belly rubbed. We were all stunned. Four of us were there to greet her and she chose me.
It wasn’t until the events of last Friday evening settled and I did some checking, wondering why this hadn’t occurred to me before. I took one look at Jonnie and my Higher Power connected us. It was five years to the day that I made the decision to go back into rehab and save my own life. Five years to the day that I paid that hefty price tag rather than pay for my addiction with my future or my life. I knew her arrival didn’t coincide with my arrival at rehab but I hadn’t considered that the decisions coincided precisely.
Without Jonnie, there would have been no Dave and the beginning of a bizarre chain of events which, I believe, took me into a new future. A jumping of timelines. An entry point into a funnel that no matter what I did that might have taken me in a different direction, I was now caught up in that momentum and not the path I had previously been on. (More on this in my novel – The Patterns & Chaos of UNTREATED Minds – Out in March 2025)
As if the Spiritual Sat. Nav. was offering me no alternative routes.
What happened last week that made me look again at Jonnies Angel Wing markings and gain a new understanding of this message? See part 2 - Blog #13.
‘I will send them without wings, so no one suspects they are Angels’
My stories are all true. No exaggeration or embellishment. I draw inspiration in life from all sources to seek meaning and enjoyment. Seeing the extraordinary in the noise and clutter is what I love looking for.
Lots of Love,
Elizabeth & Jonnie
1976 - Just me and Pepper. 8 months old. He 'allegedly' ran away to the local pub.
1983 - Prince, the Afghan puppy. Absolutely untrainable. Given away to a family my Dad thought were gypsies.
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