...But How Do I Let Go of You?

Q: How do you know when to cut the leash so that they can run free and have fun?

A: When you no longer feel the need to cling to them.

Q: How do you know when you are no longer clinging to them? 

A: You are no longer clinging to them when you no longer have pain over them. 

When you no longer allow yourself to suffer. 

When you have peace and you can smile when you think of them. 

When you have accepted that they are now living in another dimension,  but living nonetheless.  

You can still miss them, you can still have tender tears,  but it's the pain and suffering about it that must be severed from your being.  

The pain and the suffering weave together to create the leash.

Q: How do I cut the leash? 

A: Read my book. It will guide you every step of the way and it will free both of you. 

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"Jack McAfghan: Reflections on Life with my Master" by Kate McGahan

One Year Ago She Set Me Free

It's been just a year since she was able to release me to be free; six months after I crossed Rainbow Bridge. The moment she freed me, she found immediate relief. So did I. 

She still misses me and sheds plenty of tears. Humans are so full of tears. There must be a storehouse in there! Some day I am going to write about the nature of tears. They are fascinating to me. Not all tears are alike and I have witnessed her tears of grief change over time. They used to fall, small and sharp and hard and fast, and now they are big, heavy and slow. Sometimes when they fall, she is smiling too.  I am waiting for the day she can smile without tears. That will be true freedom for both of us.  

She's having an especially tough day today. Who knows the reason why one day is harder than another. It is what it is. It's been 12 months since she released me from the prison of her clinging grasp. I caught her in a quiet moment on the trail that day and she was able to hear my voice. I spoke to her through the depths of her heart. 

The following day she scattered the ashes, singing: "Fly Free Little Boy. Fly Free!"  Oh it was music to my ears!  Now I can be around her and not be unhappy. I can be proud of her and I can love her without her fears and tears blinding her to my presence. Now we can continue to learn together and grow together in a whole new way. 

When we cross Rainbow Bridge we simply move into another layer of life. We are no further from you than we ever were. We are right there beside you and if you can heal your grief and let your tears subside, you will --- now and then -- be able to see me, hear me, feel me, and receive me into the new life that we are creating together; the life we will live until you join me here. It will be one quick journey through the Rainbow Bridge to the other side of the veil, where all will be revealed.  

In the meantime, keep learning your lessons. You cannot join me until you have graduated from this school of earthly life that has a special program designed just for you.  I was part of it.  I was one of your teachers. There is more to come. You must finish it to qualify for a passage through Rainbow Bridge.  I am so proud of you and can't wait to see you again in a day that will pass in the blink of an eye.  You'll see. I'll be the first one there to meet you at the edge of the bridge.  I never stop loving you. 

Why Can't I Dream of You???

Dear Jack,
I've lost so many dogs that I've loved with all my heart, but I never dream about them and I'd really like to.  
Jenny

Dear Jenny,
Might you be trying too hard?  Be still and ask them to come to you in whatever ways they know best. They may have other doorways. Stay alert to the signs around you and try not to cry because it's hard for them to reach you through your tears.  
Love, Jack