When my partner died 3 years ago, he left with me our child, Spencer, a Himalayan cat with a true soul consciousness. From my crying back then and his dad's disappearance, he developed stress asthma, and has had to have daily Prednisone and and an Albuterol inhaler ever since. His breath is growing weaker this past month. I fear I may loose him and that will be soul-crushing. Wish I had the ability like @Aaron Abke to blow life into his lungs. He's just as precious as a June bug to me. Please send prayers from the Ashram.
Thanks for your prayers Juliette! As I said, I believe he is a third density soul somehow. He knows he has to keep going for me. But he's on a new antibiotic, besides Prednisone and an Albuterol inhaler. Can't pick him up with out him coughing, but that was a scary day the other day, thought I might loose him. He's perking up just a bit. Thanks for asking.
I, as a newbie, was viewing the masterclass "What Is A Miracle?," and was passing over the part that it is more arrogant to see yourself as separate than as truly Christ, almost a separate God from the creator. Something in it hit me when I was in mid-questioning of myself, the Course, the Creator, et.al. A calming thought stuck me, "Why would an all-knowing God create, even as a fractal of Himself, me, if I was something that he knew would be an eternally disastrous part of His experiment?" Even with my own messes I create in front of the world, I try to re-mold them into something with an ounce of good. So, why wouldn't He do the same instead of casting me and others to eternal damnation and thus declare His imperfection?