Magic Red Dog
September 4, 2007
Intention: Relax ground and center. Connect with source. I'm generating funds. The utilities will stay on.
Witness: Yo, Red Dog, where did you come from? I had no plan of painting you, but you just emerged from my paintbrush a couple of weeks ago like an autumn leaf in the wind.
Red Dog: I come from a corner of Your brain you've forgotten about. I am your older, younger psychic self who used to locate your sister's lost belongings through a ghost on the Ouija board.
I: Oh my God. That's way back when I was six or seven or was I eight... And yes, I talked to the ancient Roman ghost named Julius, who knew where everything was. I thought I was making all that up back then.
Red Dog: Then how did you know where all the lost items were?
I: Hmm. I don't know. I guess I just did.
Red Dog: Don't be afraid to accept your gifts. You are very unique.
I: Ok
September 6, 2007
Intention: Relax ground and center. Connect with source. Repair the deer and finish the red dog. I am doing exactly what I'm supposed to do.
Witness: Yo, Red Dog, you've really blossomed. You're quite the colorful beast.
Red Dog: Yeah, how do you like me now?
I: You've got a lot going on. You're pretty energizing. Do you bring the energy from that corner of my brain you mentioned the other day?
Red Dog: Well, as a matter of fact, I do. But then again, it could be the spirit of that magic dog. Lucky that your Mama got rid of when you were born. Lucky couldn't be there in flesh, so he channeled through your childhood imagination.
I: Whoa, that's heavy. Lucky. But my sister never got over mom getting rid of you, Â nor did my dad for that matter.
Red Dog: Well, the town wasn't big enough for the both of us, so I just lived through your head. I told your mom to move me on. I knew.
I: Get out. This can't be true.
Red Dog: OK, you're right, but I made you think, eh?
I: And yeah, so now you got a name.
Red Dog: That's Lucky indeed.
I: I reckon so.
September 11, 2007
Intention. Relax ground and center. Connect with source. Everything's going to be alright.
Witness: OK, Red Dog. I think you're ready to go. I guess that means I need to be ready to like your sibling painting, boogeyman, dancing. I'm going to set you into the universe with some verbal drivel bound to expressing my universal self-ablaze. In fact, I think you are a fire dog shining a new energy for a new world. What do you think, Fire Dog?
Red Dog: Well, fire dogs usually have spots but they're black and white.
I: Oh yeah, Dalmatians are popular with the fire department, aren't they?
Red Dog: And I really don't have any flames.
I: Ok, I guess you're right. So, what kind of dog are you?
Red Dog: Well, you had the initials right. I'm a root dog. A red root dog.
I: Cool. What do red root dogs do?
Red Root Dog: We find the inner core of any problem and raise it to bring a solution.
I: Well, that sounds mighty fine. What problem should I blog about with your image as a picture?
Red Root Dog: Alternatives and mental health needing more support.
I: (Gulp…) Isn't that kinda major?
Red Root Dog: Hold on, it's going to be a wild ride!
I: Ok