Dream Interpretation: My Dog and the Porcupine Quills

 Dream Interpretation: My Dog and the Porcupine Quills

Last night, I had a vivid and poignant dream that left me reflecting on deeper emotional and spiritual meanings. In the dream, my dog was poked in the face with a couple of porcupine quills, and in her leg, there were several long quills stuck in her. I was trying to remove them from her, but I couldn’t see who was helping me. I assumed it was my husband. Just as we were removing the quills, I woke up.

At first, this dream left me feeling unsettled, but as I reflected more deeply, I began to see it as a symbol of what I’m currently experiencing in my life—issues, obstacles, and healing processes that require attention and care. Here’s my interpretation, as well as what I think the dream might have meant for me.

The Dog as a Symbol of Loyalty and Protection

In dreams, dogs often represent loyalty, companionship, and emotional security. Seeing my dog hurt in the dream might reflect a sense of vulnerability or fear for someone or something I care deeply about. It could be symbolic of a loved one, a situation, or even a part of myself that I feel is under threat or experiencing pain.

As a proud mama of several dogs, I’m especially connected to them, and they symbolize not just my love for animals but also the responsibility I feel in protecting and nurturing those I care for.

The Porcupine Quills: Boundaries, Protection, and Pain

Porcupines are defensive creatures, and their quills represent boundaries and protection. In the dream, the quills represented emotional or physical pain caused by boundaries—whether my own or someone else’s. The long quills in her leg, especially, could symbolize obstacles or painful situations that affect movement, progress, or freedom. This made me wonder if there’s something in my life—maybe a challenge or situation—that is preventing me or my loved ones from moving forward.

The placement of the quills also offers insight:

• Face: The face is often tied to identity, communication, or the way we present ourselves to the world. The quills in my dog’s face could indicate a fear of harm to how I or someone I love communicates or connects with others.

• Leg: Legs symbolize movement and the ability to progress in life. The quills here might indicate an obstacle in our path, something that’s preventing forward movement, whether emotionally, physically, or spiritually.

The Act of Removing the Quills: Healing and Support

In the dream, I was actively trying to remove the quills from my dog, which symbolizes my desire to address the pain or obstacles in my life. The fact that I was not alone in this process but had help—though I couldn’t see the helper—suggests a powerful message of support. Although I assumed it was my husband helping, the faceless nature of the person may symbolize a greater, unseen support system—whether it’s my husband’s emotional support, the presence of faith, or even inner strength that I draw from when I’m navigating tough times.

The dream felt like a reminder that I’m not alone in tackling the challenges I face, even if I can’t always see who or what is assisting me. It emphasizes the importance of partnership—whether it’s with family, spiritual guidance, or the support of others who help us heal, even from pain we can’t fully see or understand.

Unfinished Business: Progress in Healing

The fact that I woke up as we were in the process of removing the quills suggests that I am currently in the midst of a healing process or tackling a challenge. The dream didn’t end with the quills removed, but it ended with progress being made. It’s a sign that I’m on the right path and that while there’s still work to be done, I’m moving forward.

This might reflect a larger spiritual lesson: Healing takes time, but we’re making progress, even if it feels slow or incomplete. Just like removing the quills, I need to trust the process and know that, with patience and care, obstacles will eventually be removed.

Lessons from the Dream

1. Healing Takes Time: Just as removing the quills from my dog was a slow process, healing emotional, physical, or relational wounds often takes patience. It’s not always quick, but each step toward progress is meaningful.

2. Support Is There, Even When Unseen: The faceless helper reminded me that there are forces in my life—whether human or spiritual—that help me in times of need, even when I can’t always see them.

3. Protecting Those We Love: The dream reinforced my protective instincts, especially toward my family and animals. I feel deeply about the importance of nurturing and caring for those I love, even in difficult circumstances.

Final Thoughts

This dream, though unsettling at first, offered valuable insights into my current state of mind and emotional landscape. It’s a reminder that, even when facing obstacles and pain, progress is being made and that I’m not alone in my efforts to protect and heal those I care about. Healing is a process, and I must trust that with patience and support, the pain will eventually subside.

If you’ve ever had a similar dream or have reflected on the symbolism of animals, boundaries, or healing, I’d love to hear your thoughts or experiences. Sometimes, our dreams offer profound wisdom—if only we take the time to listen and reflect on their deeper meanings.

Dream Interpretation: A Frantic Chicken

 

Dream Interpretation: A Frantic Chicken

Dreams can offer us meaningful insights into our emotions and life situations. Here's a reflection on a recent dream I had:

In the dream, I found myself holding a frantic, scared chicken. It seemed fragile and afraid, but as I tried to comfort it, the chicken let me hold it, even though it was in a fearful state. We were in a strange house, one that felt like mine, but unfamiliar in some ways. The chicken didn’t flap or struggle. It seemed to calm down in my arms, accepting my efforts to protect and soothe it.

What could this mean?

• The Chicken: Chickens in dreams can symbolize vulnerability, care, or something that requires protection. In this case, the frantic chicken could represent a part of myself, a loved one, or a situation that feels fragile and in need of nurturing.

• Protecting and Comforting: My attempts to hold and comfort the chicken reflect my desire to care for something vulnerable or navigate a difficult situation. It's a reminder of my natural inclination to protect those around me, offering support in times of fear or uncertainty.

• The Strange House: Houses in dreams often symbolize the self or current life circumstances. The house being both familiar and strange might indicate feelings of uncertainty or navigating unfamiliar emotional territory in my life.

• The Chicken Calming Down: Despite its initial fear, the chicken eventually allowed me to comfort it, suggesting that my efforts to nurture and create stability are effective, even in challenging or unfamiliar situations.

Given my connection to animals and nature, the chicken might also reflect my current role as a caretaker, especially for my chicks and other animals. This dream reminds me of the importance of my nurturing role and reassures me that my efforts are meaningful, even in moments of uncertainty.

Have you ever had a dream like this? What do you think it might symbolize for you?

a loving and heartfelt quote

 "In the heart of our woodland home, surrounded by the laughter of my husband and children, the wagging tails of our six dogs, and the gentle clucks of our eight chickens, I find the purest love. Together, we are a symphony of joy, a family bound by devotion, and a love that grows with every moment we share."

Title: "Whispers of Pine Hollow"

 Title: "Whispers of Pine Hollow"

Chapter 1: The Reluctant Relocation

In the bustling heart of New York City, Amelia Hayes was the epitome of a modern urbanite. Her days were filled with high-paced meetings, nights at chic rooftop bars, and weekends exploring the latest art exhibitions. She thrived on the energy of the city, the constant hum of life that never seemed to stop. But life, as it often does, took an unexpected turn.

It was a Monday morning when Amelia received the news. Her eccentric great-aunt Lydia had passed away, leaving Amelia the sole heir to her remote country estate in Pine Hollow, a town she'd never heard of. The property was deep in the woods, miles from the nearest neighbor, on a dirt road that even Google Maps refused to acknowledge.

Despite her initial reluctance, Amelia saw an opportunity. She would sell the property, make a quick profit, and be back in her penthouse within a month. How hard could it be?

Chapter 2: The Road Less Traveled

The drive to Pine Hollow was long and uneventful until Amelia reached the outskirts of town. The paved road gradually turned to gravel, and then, as if in defiance of modernity, to a narrow dirt path that wound deeper into the dense forest. The trees grew taller and closer together, their gnarled branches forming a natural archway that blocked out the sun. The GPS signal faded, and with it, Amelia's confidence.

The further she drove, the more uneasy she became. The air felt heavier, thick with the scent of pine and something else she couldn't quite place—a faint, sweet aroma that made her head swim. She glanced at her phone. No service.

The road twisted and turned, each bend revealing more of the same: endless trees, shadows that seemed to move just out of sight, and an unsettling silence that pressed against her ears. Finally, after what felt like hours, the house came into view.

It was an old Victorian mansion, its once-grand facade now weathered and overgrown with ivy. The windows were dark, the porch sagging under the weight of time. A thick mist clung to the ground, swirling around Amelia's feet as she stepped out of the car.

She had expected an old, rundown house, but there was something more to this place—something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Chapter 3: The Secrets of Pine Hollow

As days turned into weeks, Amelia found herself trapped in Pine Hollow. The real estate agent she had contacted never returned her calls, and every attempt to leave was thwarted by the road itself—washed out by unexpected storms, blocked by fallen trees, or simply disappearing into the fog. The townsfolk, when she encountered them, were friendly enough but always vague when she asked about the estate or her great-aunt.

The house, too, held its secrets. Strange noises echoed through the halls at night—footsteps where there should be none, whispers just beyond the edge of hearing, and the faint strains of a piano playing an old, haunting melody. Amelia discovered hidden rooms, filled with dusty antiques and books written in languages she couldn't understand.

One night, as she explored the attic, she found an old journal belonging to her great-aunt Lydia. The entries were scattered and nonsensical at first, but soon they took on a darker tone. Lydia wrote of the "Watchers of the Woods," spirits that protected Pine Hollow from outsiders, and the rituals she performed to keep them at bay.

Amelia dismissed it as the ramblings of a lonely old woman, but the feeling of being watched grew stronger each day. Shadows moved on their own, and the sweet, sickly scent that had greeted her on her arrival now seemed to permeate every room.

Chapter 4: The Final Revelation

One stormy night, unable to sleep, Amelia wandered outside. The forest was alive with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Drawn by an unseen force, she followed a narrow path that led deeper into the woods, to a clearing bathed in moonlight.

In the center of the clearing stood a circle of ancient stones, each etched with symbols that glowed faintly in the darkness. As Amelia approached, the air grew colder, and she felt a presence—something old and powerful—watching her.

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet shifted, and the stones began to hum with a low, resonant sound. The whispers that had haunted her in the house now filled her mind, urging her to leave, to run, to never return. But something kept her rooted to the spot.

In that moment, Amelia realized the truth. Pine Hollow wasn't just a town lost to time; it was a place out of time, a boundary between worlds where the living and the dead coexisted. Her great-aunt had been the guardian of this place, and now that responsibility had passed to her.

The wind howled through the trees as Amelia made her decision. She couldn't leave Pine Hollow—not until she understood its secrets, not until she made peace with the spirits that dwelled there.

As she stepped back from the circle of stones, the forest seemed to exhale, the tension lifting as if acknowledging her choice. The dirt road would remain closed to the outside world, and Amelia Hayes, the city girl, would become the new Keeper of Pine Hollow.

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Chapter 5: The Keeper's Trials

Amelia settled into her new role as the Keeper of Pine Hollow, though she had no idea what that truly entailed. The townspeople, who had once been distant and cryptic, began to open up to her—though their revelations were often unsettling. They spoke of ancient traditions, of rites performed under the full moon, and of a pact made long ago to protect the town from the "Old Ones"—the spirits that roamed the forest.

Amelia spent her days poring over Lydia’s journals, trying to decipher the rituals described within them. The more she read, the more she understood that the balance of Pine Hollow was delicate, and her great-aunt had been more than just an eccentric old woman. She had been a powerful guardian, a witch of sorts, who had kept the town safe for decades.

But now that Lydia was gone, the spirits were growing restless. Amelia began to experience strange visions, glimpses of the past and the future, where the forest encroached upon the town, swallowing it whole. She saw the faces of the townsfolk twisted in terror, heard their screams echoing through the trees. And always, the whispers followed her, growing louder and more insistent.

Chapter 6: The Awakening

One evening, as Amelia prepared for bed, she noticed a faint glow emanating from the edge of the forest. It pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat, drawing her toward it. Grabbing a flashlight, she ventured out into the night, the beam cutting through the thick mist that had settled over the estate.

The glow led her to the same clearing she had discovered before, but this time, something was different. The circle of stones had changed. They were no longer just ancient markers; they were alive, their symbols shining brightly in the dark. The air was thick with energy, and Amelia could feel it vibrating through her bones.

As she stepped closer, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. The trees around the clearing swayed violently, though there was no wind. The whispers returned, louder now, a cacophony of voices speaking in a language Amelia couldn't understand. But one word stood out, repeated over and over again: "Awaken."

Suddenly, the ground split open at the center of the stone circle, revealing a dark, gaping hole. From within, a figure began to rise—tall and thin, with eyes that glowed like embers and a body made of shadow. It was one of the Old Ones, the very beings her great-aunt had kept at bay for so long.

Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as the creature’s gaze locked onto her. For a moment, she was paralyzed with fear, but then, something inside her shifted. The knowledge she had absorbed from Lydia’s journals surged through her mind, and instinctively, she raised her hands, reciting an incantation she hadn’t realized she knew.

The symbols on the stones flared brightly, and the creature recoiled, its form flickering like a dying flame. But it didn’t retreat. Instead, it spoke, its voice like the rustling of dead leaves, promising doom upon the town if it was not released.

Amelia hesitated, the weight of the decision heavy on her shoulders. She knew that if she let the creature go, it would bring ruin to Pine Hollow. But if she trapped it again, it would only be a matter of time before the others came for her, and for the town. She had to find another way.

Chapter 7: The New Pact

Determined to end the cycle, Amelia spent the next several days in seclusion, studying the journals and ancient texts she found in the house. She barely slept, surviving on coffee and sheer willpower as she searched for a solution. Finally, she came across a passage in one of Lydia's oldest books, describing a ritual that could bind the Old Ones permanently, but at a cost.

The ritual required a blood sacrifice—not of another, but of the Keeper herself. It would mean giving up her humanity, binding her soul to the forest and becoming one with it. In return, the Old Ones would be sealed away forever, unable to harm anyone again.

Amelia knew what she had to do. On the night of the next full moon, she returned to the clearing. The air was thick with anticipation, the trees silent as she stepped into the circle. She had prepared everything according to the instructions, the symbols drawn in her own blood, the candles placed at precise intervals.

As she began the incantation, the ground rumbled beneath her feet, and the stones glowed with a fierce light. The creature from before appeared again, along with others, their forms shifting and twisting in the darkness. They howled and shrieked, trying to break through the circle, but Amelia stood firm, her voice steady as she completed the ritual.

With a final word, the light from the stones burst forth, enveloping Amelia and the Old Ones in a blinding flash. The ground shook violently, and then, just as suddenly, it was over. The clearing was silent once more, the air still.

Amelia collapsed to the ground, her strength gone. She could feel the forest around her, every tree, every blade of grass, as if it were an extension of her own body. She had done it. The Old Ones were gone, their presence erased from Pine Hollow.

But she was no longer just Amelia Hayes. She was the new Keeper, bound to the land for eternity. The whispers had ceased, replaced by a calm, steady hum that resonated through the woods. She had become part of the very thing she had once feared.

Chapter 8: The Eternal Watcher

Years passed, and Pine Hollow remained peaceful, untouched by the darkness that once threatened it. The townsfolk spoke of the mysterious woman who lived in the old mansion, rarely seen but always watching, always protecting.

Amelia had grown accustomed to her new existence. She no longer needed food or sleep, her body sustained by the power of the forest. She wandered the woods at night, ensuring that the balance was maintained, that the pact she had made held strong.

The road to her estate remained hidden, known only to those who truly needed it. And though the town forgot her name with time, the legend of the Keeper of Pine Hollow lived on, a guardian who would protect the town from the shadows that lurked just beyond the trees.

And so, Amelia Hayes, the city girl who once feared the woods, became its eternal protector, the last line of defense against the darkness that would never fully fade away.

The End.

Unwanted puppy had a happy ending - Maryanne

The puppy & Maryanne

When I decided to go get a new dog I was deeply saddened over the loss of my Ritta and the sudden loss of Martini. The depression would have overtaken me, but my God Most High helped me move forward. God who pulled me through, like always. 

We searched and searched, weekend after weekend and I saw not one dog that would fill the void left by my Ritta and Martini. I cried every time I looked at a dog, my Jack Jack was even looking a little depressed of the loss of his sisters. He was acting a little different. I was acting a little different. I prayed and kept searching. I cried every time I looked at a dog, I wanted to take them all and I didn't want them at all, my heart was broken and nothing was filling it (I cried and prayed). 

I saw this dog all curled up and I tried to play with her (no luck), so frail and scared looking. She looked frozen with fear. Then I held her, not knowing at the time the rescue probably drugged her. She looked terrified and I knew she needed to feel safe and feel loved. So we held her for hours. The shelter guy even offered us to take her just for a couple days to see if we liked her. He was telling us her story, my sadness got deeper and deeper. Listening to Maryanne's story, no wonder she was so sad.

The puppy & Maryanne

He told us she was rescued in Putnam County Florida, from a hoarding backyard breeder situation. I forgot the number (maybe 200 or 300 animals and a single wide mobile home). I can't imagine so many animals in it's a little trailer with no room to walk, always created. My heart hurt. But if that wasn't bad enough, she was adopted by an elderly couple and because she was so scared she wouldn't play (they took her back to the rescue), my heart shattered.

My husband said we could take her home for the weekend and I told him, "You know if we take her home, even if we hate her we're not returning her!" As we drove home her it seemed that the drugs started wearing off she started whining and whining and whining in terror. 

When we got home We noticed that she was scared to be in the backyard, on the concrete, in the front yard on the grass, scared of the tile and scared of the carpet. She was scared of absolutely everything. When she pees she squats really low to the ground, someone told me that's because she was created her whole life. Not sure if that's true or not. I feel like they never took this dog out of the crate based on her behavior. They just bred her and created her. 

Jack Jack LOVED her and was always cleaning and snuggling with her. Approximately a year after we got her, she finally let us give her cookies. Before that, we had to toss them on the ground in front of her and we had to walk away from her food so she would eat. She bonded with my husband and I first, because we were the ones who cared for her the most. The funny thing is she continually barked and barked at everyone else in the household, like they were strangers and she hadn't been looking at them for the past 2 and a 1/2 to 3 years.

On Halloween day 2021 we had a incident and my other dog Jack Jack, he had to be put down. And she was her normal terrified self just like on day one. We gave her so much extra love but again my heart was broke. 

My husband didn't want another middle aged or old dog because if the incident, if I had to get another dog it had to be a puppy. And of course my heart would not allow me not have another dog, Dogs seem to mend my broken heart. God led us to this cute little puppy in Georgia. 

This is where Marianne's story gets exciting, this puppy was 3 months old and was so annoying I was just beating myself up and my husband for getting a puppy, not really. I wanna say when the puppy was 6 months old Maryanne started really taking a shine to her, but the puppy didn't act like her Big Brother. It took a little bit of time, then they began bonding. Now mind you this puppy was about the same size if not a little bigger than Maryanne when we got her and now she triples the size of Maryanne. 

One day we were outside all the dogs dogs and I noticed Maryanne was playing tag with the puppy. Then I began to pay attention she played tag with the puppy and wrestling with the puppy a lot. Maryanne has been with us almost 3 years now and she has lost 3 of her packmates.  Having been been through  so much trauma. She has come a long the way, I finally got to witness her blossom and become a real dog. This puppy now 11 months old brought Maryanne her out of her shell. 

God-bless me with this amazing gift, I got to witness Maryanne become a real dog. I LOVE to watch them play every day and I just can't get enough of it. As annoying as my little puppy is now 11 months old, she was the best thing for my little Maryanne. God has blessed us in so many ways and right now that is the number one thing. 

Leave it to a little unwanted dog rescued from backyard breeders and who deserves a chance to be happy and make others happy along the way. Earlier I wrote even if I hated her we would keep her until the end, but you can't hate a dog they are full of so much love that it will over flow to those around them. They just need time and given that 2nd chance or 3rd chance they just need time need time to come out of their shells. 

Almost 3 years and she's a real dog and she stopped being barking at the other people in our house and finally she allows them to pet her (I believe that the puppy help with that too). And now she realizes as a result she gets so much more love, cuddles, pets and belly rubs. We had to give her time and the (in my opinion) puppy opened the door to become a happy and real dog for for her a little bit faster. It's amazing to watch and I'm so thankful to God for allowing me this opportunity to grant these dogs theirs 2nd and 3rd chances. 

God's work is also being kind to his creations, his animals. The moral of this story is don't just get a dog because you wanna pet, they are a life long family member that you need to be committed too. Don't just get a dog because you want to say you have a 100% pure bred whatever type of animal. That's not fair to all the ones out there that need to be rescued, who need homes and love. 

Make sure you give your rescue all the time they need to come around then trust you. Some will trust you easier than others. I had my one dog and took her almost 10 years before she even gave us a kiss. They're all different but they all need time to overcome whatever their problem was. Love and time, it's all that we can do for these animals that we choose to put in our lives. Don't just get a dog, get a friend. I realize they are also meant for protection, that's what mine are. But I still love them like my little furry babies. Like they'd protect me, I will protect them.

I have a pack of 100% pure bred rescue dogs. They have been the best  and the worst (3 bites and 2 emergency room visits),  but I will still take care of them and love them until the end of their days.

  

 

Maryanne & Jack Jack

 

  

  

Jack Jack & Maryanne

 

My Ritta passed away (Martini left with her too soon after)

Update

My Ritta passed away on 07/06/2019. God gave me the time I asked for and then He took her home. She was ready, even though I was not. I knew it was her time to be free from the pain and the disease. I miss her everyday. I still cry, even right now. On 07/30/2019 my Martini gave up, I guess she needed to go with her Ritta (she was too young to die, not even 10 years old) and my heart broke into a million pieces that day. At least they are together, my babies and my loves.

 The original post about my Ritta.   God listens and if speak to Him, He will hear you. 

 God Bless Everyone

I started this Blog to share about helping DOGs & animals in general. I added some sad life stories at a time that I remembered and reflected on from 2017 to 2019 and parts of 2020. Since I restarted a life with Christ and began developing a RELATIONSHIP with Christ, I have been catapulted into a NEW LIFE and direction. 

NOW "Be a voice for the Voiceless" will focus on people and God (all life, not just animals). 

God is our voice, our inner voice, our guide to life & so much more. 

We are/will be developing a plan to engage the audience/the people. 

Be patient, it is all in God's time. 

Much love and peace be with you all. 

He has my back

I have discovered through years that the closer you get to God the more the devil fights you

I have discovered through the years when you walk with the devil nothing bad's seems to happen

I have discovered through the years when you talk to God you grow 

You grow close and sometimes bad things happen

Bad things happen because the devil is fighting you the devil is fighting for you he wants to keep you on his side

When I think of being on The wrong side
I will gladly except the fight because I know my God is stronger than the devil

I know my God is stronger than those false gods

I know that my checkered past my,
the abuse as a child,
the bad things that happen in our lives when we were little,
the fact that we will never have a mother,
because she chose the wrong side, not once, not twice,
 but 3 times she chose the wrong side

Because the devil is inside

The devil is inside of her,
the devil is inside her house,
the devil lives with her once twice thrice

figure it out and get saved from the wrath of God

I don't know if she can be saved 

But I know she has never once asked for forgiveness

Not sure how I would react if she did,
 but she has never once asked for forgiveness 

She has never once denied her crimes

I don't know What Her future holds,
but I know how my story will end

It ends with me being on God's side, I will fight for Him I will fight with Him 

  I know the big guy in the sky has my back,
no one is greater than He

The moment I could see clearly

The moment I was awaken

The moment my eyes

Was when Mother told me when we were sitting on the love seat by the bar at your house grandma

She told me she was going to buy your house because they didn't have one for a $120,000

I was so shocked I woke up and slowly began to see what was going on all around me the entire time

She wanted that house for less than half the market value

You may not believe me but soon you will see, Soon everyone will see that I'm not the liar

Soon you will see who the real liar is God knows I'm not the liar I know I'm not the liar I'm not to betrayer of my family

PEACE

Have your nightmare stopped

Do you sit and watch the clock

On the carousel of life

Hate goes round and round

Peace can not be found

Until you release The pain inside you

Peace will not be found

Just because I don't see

Doesn't mean You're not seen

God is all around you

I pray for us all

I pray for my enemies

I pray for my enemies to live happily ever after far away from me

I pray For house with strong walls

A house divided will surely fall

I pray God's protection for us all

I pray for God to touch us all

Before we fall

be the voice that shakes the earth

Dear courts of public opinion,
You must understand we forgave that woman many times in many times she continue with her bad behavior. She has been forgiven but will never forget and we will never put ourselves in that kind of danger again. Even as adults I keep my distance. My heart will not be tender for her, she will be judged when it's her time. I just choose to stay away from her for my sanity. And I am really sure Andrew and Tina feel the same way, Andrew tried to make peace with her, however she decided to choose her men over her kids it's been like that since I can remember since we moved to Florida and now she has to live with her choices in life. You must understand that woman Chose her path and she must live with the consequences. We will not forget and we will not be quiet everyone must know she may not go to jail for what she let happen but in the eyes of the media and public opinion it will hurt her more than anything. I say this to you, because I am glad we voiced our opinion and give each other advice because no one in the state of Florida has stepped up to help us not once, except maybe 2 for sure 1. Now we have to help ourselves, we may be wrong God would judge 4 that. But I do not believe we are wrong, I believe God wants her to choose a side and she's choosing the wrong one. She is choosing the man that hurt us all she wants to protect him, that's her choice we will no longer protect her or him. We have protected her 4 far too long and when I stopped I was freed. Once I stopped lying to myself , Lying to others about her trying to protect her, I was empowered by the truth. I was empowered by the light that came from the truth And I will continue to be strong and be empowered because I believe as do my brother and sister that Justice will be served whether it's now or in the next life. We will not be quiet to make her feel better, we will be louder. As I am loud with my voice for animals helpless people other children I will be even louder with my voice on this topic because how many of us remain silent to protect their feelings Of their abusers and we continued the cycle of violence continued to hurt others got hurt it must be stopped in must and God did not put us here to be abused he did not put us here to be assaulted I believe if these things happen to us it is a purpose for us to be Earth rattling voices and shout out to the world with our voices until the day they are judged.Either by man's court or by God. May God be with you, because I will not. Signed, the victims, the abused, the child, the voiceless, the grown up, the scarred, And now the empowered.t us all she wants to protect him, that's her choice we will no longer protect her or him. We have protected her 4 far too long and when I stopped I was freed.
Once I stopped lying to myself , Lying to others about her trying to protect her, I was empowered by the truth. I was empowered by the light that came from the truth And I will continue to be strong and be empowered because I believe as do my brother and sister that Justice will be served whether it's now or in the next life. We will not be quiet to make her feel better, we will be louder. As I am loud with my voice for animals helpless people other children I will be even louder with my voice on this topic because how many of us remain silent to protect their feelings Of their abusers and we continued the cycle of violence continued to hurt others got hurt it must be stopped in must and God did not put us here to be abused he did not put us here to be assaulted I believe if these things happen to us it is a purpose for us to be Earth rattling voices and shout out to the world with our voices until the day they are judged.Either by man's court or by God. May God be with you, because I will not. Sign, the victims, the abused, the child, the voiceless, the grown up, the scarred, And now the empowered

He is the one that saved us

the day that I was awaken
         the time that passed
eyes wide open

understanding at last
               why anger and a hard heart that I had
a heart that would keep locked its titanium walls

neglected by one
             hurt by two
        betrayed by many

only few ever knew
              the truth of what happened
the truth of my hard heart

only one ever was told
   of the old scars that remained an open wound
scars that continued to bleed

a mothers love I never knew
    a mother's healing touch I never felt
she continued to open my old wounds

an old sadness remains
     keep passing on that blame
passing on your shame

three divided
     we are one in the same
no one will we blame

holding our heads up high
    together we will fly
high into God's great sky

He will
   He has
     He will always be here to

offer us his loving heart
    his healing touch
He is the one that saved us

He save us with our hidden and oldest memories
helping us to know why we did what we did
     why we do what we do

together our spirits healed
    He showed us His love
is stronger when three become one

We are God's children
we are the ones that He loved
We choose our God over all others and know His love

Blessed are the ones that can see
     Blessed are the ones that hear Him
Blessed are God's children

BREAK THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

what is love good for
when the ones who are suppose to love you
toss you out the door

what is love good for
when the one who is supposed to love you the most
did not care the most

what is love good for
when that parent shifted the why
the blame

it is not my fault someone hurt me
no it is not
but it is your fault that you did not love me

it is you fault for not making the choice
the change
it is your fault you did not
              BREAK THE CIRCLE OF VIOLENCE

you did not
                 BREAK THE SILENCE

you chose to have children not
1, not 2
, but 3
and you forgot us and
let us see

you let us see the evil that was there
waiting
waiting
waiting

for the cycle to continue
you allowed your devil to spread its evil
spread the abuse

BREAK THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE
SAVE A CHILD

BREAK THE SILENCE
       SAVE A CHILD


children no more
it hurts the same today
as yesterday

not to hide the lies inside
the shame

no one told until the day
the when all our shame let
an went away

shame on you
shame on them '
for shame that you hid it all away

my light shine more today
more and more
in every way

your devil has gone away from me
can you see
how happy we can be

lost in the lies
you can not hide
but see

see me
see her
see him

we see you
we see the truth
we see the real you

now you can see
what can be
together we three can be

we can be greater than the the devil you see
we have God on our side
cant you see

He led us to the truth
to the shine that was hidden inside
He shines on me

on me
on him
on her

He shine
on
us three

OVERCOMING the pain that she caused - part 3

When the devil knocks at the door of the house that you live in, your mother's house & you answer it with HOSTILITY you show all that you ARE guilty.

You even show that you will continue to lie about the evils that you hide, until you die.

You lie and say that you admitted your knowledge of the crimes against you eldest child. That was a lie. You tried to change the subject and ask about things that had nothing to do with what you were being confronted with. As always you deflect and try to shine the light elsewhere.

Deborah you have many devils that are coming to face you, the closet doors has been opened.

Mine was the first and my brothers was the second. Sooner or later my sister will be setting her devil free to knock on the door at the place that you reside.

We talk and share the skeletons in our closets, not ashamed anymore to be the victims.

Our whole lives you told us that my aunt & uncle were bad, my brother & sister were bad and now I find out that you told them that I was bad too.

We discovered you sick plan, you never wanted us to communicate with each other. You were mad when we went to see or even talk to your sister. You were mad when we talked to your brother. You almost lost it when you found out that your three children were actually hanging out and talking to each other.

Why Deborah, why were you so mad about that?

Why did you blame me for my brother coming to confront you?

Why did you rage when he called you Deborah? Fact! You have not been a mother or (even a mom) to us for a VERY LONG TIME! Your given name is Deborah and that is what we shall call you. If you feel disrespected that is your problem. You are so mad about the wrong things.

You should be made about the negative that you attract. You should be made at yourself for the evil people you brought into our lives.

I forgave you long ago deborah, I will never forget and I will no longer turn the other cheek. I will call out all and any negativity that comes to me or my family. You will no longer pretend that you are the victim! We three are the victims, God only knows if there are others.

I thought is was normal (what did I know I was a kid) that you would talk to me about your affairs with other men (and married men), even driving to a town closer to where they lived. Who was watching your kids then? Oh yeah no one. I was married and getting beaten daily (because that was better than being with you), my sister who know (she ran away) and my brother in jail (running away from you too). We remember, we remember all that you did and did not do.

I pray that my family stays safe, I pray that those against me stay safely far away and cause me and my family no further harm. I pray that you get the day that you deserve (today and everyday).

I am proud that my siblings, we our sharing & learning. I have finally discovered and shared the truths that were hid and dared not to speak about.

Deborah, if you don't stand with us you will be against us. I expect nothing less than you to continue to lie and cower & hide.

God will take out all the devils in our lives past/present/future one by one or maybe all at once.

Our God is stronger than your devil.

Our lives were ruined, by your lack of love, your lack of simply doing your duty, your lack of being a human being and by the men you allowed in our lives. We have overcome you and will forever continue to overcome you, waiting for our justice!

The Truth You Live By

Deflect the truth,
Lie.
Deflect the truth,
And continue to die inside.

Blame others for your lies,
Blame others for the evil you see within.
Face your demons—
You cannot lie.
See the devil you hide,
Deep inside.

Giving your voice to the demons
That you keep by your side,
But righteousness will override
The devils you choose to hide.

Truth is light,
And light is truth.
God is on our side—
In truth, the devil cannot hide.

Amen, Amen, Amen.
God be with us.

I pray that you all receive the days you deserve.

See the Pain They Cause

See the Pain They Cause

If only those who fight dogs could swap places
and witness the pain they inflict.
If only they could feel the anguish
that I see in the eyes of God’s creation—
God's pets,
God’s love,
God’s gift.

Only a being as pure as God could forgive
and continue to love, protect, and obey
humans who choose to hurt, torture, and cause
endless suffering.

A dog—
given to us,
to be the friend we can trust,
to offer unconditional love.
A dog—
to help us,
knowing and feeling our pain,
reacting to save us from the hurt we carry,
inside and out.
Their mission is to love us
and save us from the darkness of the world.

If only those who fight dogs could swap places
and see the pain they cause.

The Bite

The Bite

Sitting quietly,
An ear-piercing screech rips through my head.
I jump up, attacking everything in my path,
Though I don’t know why.
The noise sparks raging red flashbacks,
Blinding me with the weight of my past.
I lash out.
Mommy’s voice echoes in the distance, "STOP, STOP, STOP,
No, no, stop!"
But I can't.
I feel lightning pierce my innermost being.
I run to my mommy's room—
My safe place.
Now, I wonder, what did I do?
What will happen?
She hasn’t spoken to me for days, her anger lingering.
My side still aches from the lightning that struck me.
I can see I hurt her.
I see the bite.
I bit her knee.

If she makes me leave,
Who will have me?
Does she still love me?
Days pass, maybe even a week,
But I will try harder to be a good boy.
Finally, she pets me,
Finally, she speaks to me.
She hasn’t sent me away.
She looks at me, and softly says,
"I love you, but you cannot hurt me or people.
You’re a good boy. Be a good boy for Mommy."
I am still here.
She loves me.
My mommy still loves me.

If you listen when HE speaks

When He speaks to us
     do we really listen
           He offers us second chances
               do we really listen
                    If you listen you will see

I can tell you many stories that could be chance
     the stories
          could be faith
               the stories could be
                    so much more

He gave me sign 
     I always saw them
          heard them
               felt that something was coming
                   felt that something was going to happen

when it happened
     My old lady baby Ritta was almost no more
          My heart was crying, screaming that i am not ready
                    My mind was breaking, don't take her away
                         My inner most mind was PRAYING           
                                       
Because I listened
     heard the whispers
          saw the signs
               felt the meaning
                    Only He can give us the site to see what it all means

I was in the right place at the right time
      God gave me and my Ritta more time
          God gave my Dog more time
                She is here today because I listen to my Father
                    Watching, waiting for the signs, not wasting any time

God knew I was not ready to see her go
     God knew that if she passed that day
          my heart would be broken, flying far away
               God gave me the chance to save her life, as long as my eyes were open
                    as I pray I thank God every day for who He allows to stay

Ritta (3/21/18 ~ the night she almost wasn't)

3/27/2018

My old girl sits beside me She nudges her head wanting me to touch her. I touch her head I rub her kiss her talk to her telling her how much I adore in love her

She gags she becomes restless she walks around so uncomfortable, she gags some more producing no spit no vomit she starts foaming at the mouth her stomach starts to swell and swell and swell. on my God I think she's gonna burst, I start to panic

The weekend before she had similar symptoms however she did vomit she did go potty and the swelling went away within minutes. I thought nothing of it, I did some research there were 6 or 8 options on Google of what she could be suffering from

As all of this flashes by my head all I can think of was one of those things said death within minutes more panic sets in I  Begin to cry

As I cry-out that I have to go to the vet right now! Her belly continues to grow I put her in the back of the truck and we drive, not sure where to go. I called my vet their closing, however they fax information to the ER vet and tell me where to go.

Driving to the vet I cry on the phone to the vet, I cry when I'm trying to talk and check her into the ER. Just as I can become a little calmed in the safety of the office,  she continues to gag her swelling continues to grow I know she might not walk out

She will be 13 next month. They take her to the back what seemed like an eternity finally the doctor comes back confirming that she has Bloat. That was one of the things listed, the 1 that can kill her. I continue to cry I just wanted her home with me

To love another so muchThat the thought of them not being there brings you in to immediate tears as pain, To sit there alone processing this brings even more pain

He says assuming everything comes back good with her blood work, they can do surgery and try to save her. Do you want an estimate he ask? My eyes got big and I said, no just save her I don't care. The estimate was $3500 at the worst case scenario and I just said I don't care I just start pulling out credit cards, save my baby. Her time is not now

After I make the payment of the best case scenario $2350 they kick me out of the ER told me to go home and wait. I sat in the parking lot for at least an hour crying

I get home and I can't stop crying I call them a couple hours later and she's just now going into surgery I wait, I wait and I cried myself to sleep

No one beside, me all alone, I cry and curled up with the other dogs.

Sometime while I was asleep there was a voicemail that came in. She survived the surgery, a gasp of relief. I dropped the phone and fall asleep in total exhaustion.

At 8:00 a.m. the phone rings and the doctor repeats the same thing that was on the voicemail, she made it through surgery and she's ready to go home. Like a lightning bolt I was gone, dressed and out of the house to go get my baby, my old lady baby

A straight line cut down her gut, every time I check her incision, I flashback to the pain of what if-not having her around. Her belly looks great, the bruising is going away she's moving around more and more as each day passes my old lady baby is healing

I sit here looking at her incision and she sleeps so peacefully, my old lady baby is beautiful all Gray with staples running down her middle belly. I love her so much, I love them all. This is the 2nd time one of our babies have touched death and my heart breaks at the thought of them not being here annoying me, happily Annoying me. 

I would never change a thing, I want them to be here for as long as possible. Annoying me, loving me, as I'm sure I annoy them and I love them. There is Nothing that I won't do for them. I wouldn't let them ever go anywhere or be taken away from me. I love my rescue dogs, so very much