Attack By Me.

It is forecasted that the temperature will rise to over 100° today.  So I decide to take Macy, our family companion, on a walk in the morning.  And as we sweat and pant, more specifically, I sweat and we both pant, my mind starts to wonder on who is in the forest, and I covertly listen for evidence of the sort.  Macy’s eavesdropping is much more obvious; she is always hyper attentive to any noise unrelated to our rather obtrusive steps. 

Soon, the part of my brain that is the most unruly starts imagining what would happen if a dog off leash would appear out of nowhere and come after Macy.  Most people who walk their dogs usually have them off leash.  Macy, on the other hand, is still a bit unladylike, and if given the chance will prance, stomp, and run off to inevitably be dressed in the finest forest mud, with the occasional dirt accessory around her neck, and ankles.  Only when she’s had her fun, does the call of “come” seem to connect with her brain long enough for her to somewhat oblige.  So today, as most days, she is on the leash, which adds to the small drama I am creating in my mind, even though I know that I shouldn’t.

I don’t imagine a full-blown attack, for I am aware of the power of thoughts in manifesting reality.  A small scenario enters my mind.  A mere thought.  Would I be brave?  How would Macy behave?  Would I stand between her and the other dog?  I think I would.  But I stop myself before I get too carried away, and continue walking, still listening for clues of what I have just conjured up.  It’s funny how what we create in a second can attach to us, and continue developing into what we don’t want to happen.  Let me rephrase, interesting, not funny.

So my power of manifestation was in full swing today, because it only took about 15 minutes for what my mind had just imagined to become what Macy and I were about to experience.  We heard a couple of voices coming from right off the trail, so I started to jog, trying to avoid I don’t know what.  And as soon as I turned around, there they were.  Unleashed.  Except it wasn’t one, but two dogs.  And while they were not that big, they were pit bull mixes.  I know that they are loving animals when properly taken care of, however I would have still preferred to have seen a Chihuahua and maybe a dachshund.

I called out, “are your dogs ok”?  I could not see the people, but could hear them.  I called again, as I saw the double conjurings of my imagination approaching more quickly.  I knew to stop jogging, and before I knew it, they were on Macy, both smelling her.

Ok.  They are just saying hello, I told myself.  Part of me felt a bit of relief, however, the tone of the man calling one of the dogs, kept me uneasy.  Bella! Bella!  His voice seemed concerned, but what was more impactful was the fact that I am called Bella for short.  There was the part of me that was thinking how I was going to protect Macy, but there was the other part of me that was aware that something Divine was playing out to teach me a lesson.  It was Bella coming after Bella.

Then the smaller of the two got aggressive, and I twisted and turned to keep it away from Macy.  Bella! Bella, the owner kept yelling.  As I struggled, I wondered what was taking him so long to get there.  Macy, the sweet and gentle soul just cowered and sat. I stood between her and Bella’s teeth, now an obvious manifestation of what I had just created. 

Finally, once they had a hold of the two dogs, I checked Macy.  She was unscathed.  “You know, you shouldn’t have your dogs off leash if”, I started to say.  And the woman retorted confrontationally, “if what”?  “If they are going to attack other dogs”, I responded.  What came out of her mouth next was definitely unexpected, and almost comical.  According to her, it had been my fault the incident had occurred.  I should have had Macy off her leash like their dogs, and nothing would have taken place.  The man interrupted, apologizing several times, and said it had been their fault.  They continued on their way, and we headed back home.

Moral of the story:  What you create in your mind will become your reality.  My fear of an attack, created the attack.  Thankfully it was not too painful a reminder.  And to the woman whose response at first seemed somewhat ridiculous reasoning to me, I say thank you.  For she was right.  Had I not have been leashed to the fear, had I been free from that imagining, I am sure that Macy and I would have had a pretty uneventful walk on a hot and steamy summer morning.

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About Isabel Martin-Ventura

Isabel Martin-Ventura. Energy Healing Practitioner | Author | Spiritual Life Coach | Workshop Facilitator. Intuitive and practical. Helping individuals heal, connect and consciously create an authentic life of greater meaning, purpose and joy. Conscious life coaching and readings via phone, Skype or Facetime. In person energy healing/reiki sessions in Oyster Bay, Huntington, Glen Cove, Long Island, NY, and Astoria, Queens, NYC. Personal development workshops in Long Island and New York City, NY.
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