Fiinţe pline de bunătate şi iubire, partea 2 din 2

In Thailand I had a few helpers, of course. A few of my dogs came over to lick their faces, which means “kiss, kiss” in dogs’ language. The dogs were saying “Sorry!” And then the white dog would keep lying by their sides. That dog was only about two months old at most, maybe just over a month old. No one had taught her anything. When the white puppy was just about a couple of months old, she wouldn’t stand up and walk. She just crawled and she looked at his face with a sympathetic expression. Who taught her to do that? She was just a two-month-old puppy, and no one had taught her that. How could I teach her that? I was very touched by her. From a distance, I saw her crawling, and I didn’t understand why she kept crawling that day. When I walked over, I realized she was alongside my assistant. The assistant had just come a few days before and had just fed the puppies a few times. But the dogs don’t make the distinction. They don’t differentiate in their love for people. After an assistant fed them a few times, they were grateful.

I stay in different places, here and there. So when I had just returned to the house, the dogs were really excited. But after playing with me for a while, this black one started to play with her mom, and she wouldn’t come in. I just let her be because she hadn’t had very much freedom for a long time. So I let her play, and I stayed inside my house. And then I started to cough. The black dog instantly came inside. She asked me how I was feeling. I didn’t think much of it. or I thought it was just a coincidence. I thought she came in because she got tired of playing. And then she sniffed at her vegan bone, and then … I stopped coughing and said, “I’m all right, I’m all right.” So she left her vegan bone behind and ran out to play with her mom again. After a while, I started to cough again, and she instantly left her mom and came in. She sat beside me and asked about me, and she licked me. The dogs are so loving, so good. They have the qualities of a saint. They’re on the Fourth Level already. Some of you have reached the Third Level. But these dogs are on the upper Fourth Level, close to the Fifth Level. They’re eight months old. Heaven has given them their names. These names weren’t given to them by me. But I rarely see such intelligence, such meticulousness, and such sympathy. Even the previous dogs I raised didn’t possess such qualities. They didn’t express that kind of love or sympathy, that kind of indiscriminating love.