I get a surge of warmth from viewing these shots. It’s an older man leaving the Shelter with his beloved dog whom he had brought for treatment. He adopted him from the streets.
The dog is loved.
The man is loved.
May the two of you be showered with blessings...And all things good...We are so happy for you...Love, From the "Arunachala Shelter Gang".
She had been throwing up and not eating. Her owner traveled 100 kilometers in a hired car so that Dr. Raja would be the one to treat her.
Dr.Raja took an x-ray and performed a 2 ½ hour operation. She convalesced for two weeks and he then released her to her owner. She was a sweetie.
You are a sweetheart...And your owner loves you...May all Beings benefit...Om Namah Shivaya.
This little guy had what’s called an intestinal prolapse. He was only three months old and was in a lot of pain when he came in. Dr. Raja gave him pain killer and anti-biotic injections right away.
It had happened suddenly. The owner and another fellow brought him 50 km. on a motor scooter so that Dr. Raja would be the one to treat him.
The condition was life threatening. In three or four days he would have died if not treated. And the operation was a dangerous one that lasted two hours. Dear Dr. Raja kept him a week, treating him post op with i.v.’s having pain killers, anti-biotics, and nutrition.
This first video was taken when he first came in. He’s in pain. And scared.
Dr. Raja operated the next day. The photo below is post op, and he’s unhappy. His owner’s not there. Outside the purview of the photo, though, “pure Heart” supervisor Raja gave him a lot of cuddling and love.
This last video was taken a week later. His owner is getting instructions from Dr. Raja. And I think he knows he’s going home.
Om Namah Shivaya sweetie pie...Your owner loves you...Everyone is so happy that you made it...With love, Us.
These are bits taken from an interview Ken did of Leslie several years ago. It’s really good.
It opens where he’s talking about Bach Flower remedies, a homeopathic flower essence that is able to treat feelings…Right, I said feelings…I didn’t believe it either when I first heard about them ten or fifteen years ago.
At one point he’s talking about a dog that had a small compression of the spine and was partially paralyzed. He also had some kind of infection where they were able to draw all the pus out of it. They (I don’t know who the “they” were that he was referring to) wanted to keep him in intensive care a little longer to rest and be quiet. He said, “No” and told them to bring him out on the veranda so he can get all the snuggles and kisses from the puppies.
This sweetheart had a personality that people and dogs, alike, rejected and he couldn’t make it on the street
It was already dark. Maybe 8pm. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I was riding into town on my Honda two wheeler. He wasn’t doing well. Threw him a large biscuit. Then took a good scoop of Pedigree from my backpack. He came over. Clearly he was hungry. But he was more interested in me than food. He recognized me. But I, not him. He had the little notch in his ear which meant we had him in the Shelter and had sterilized him.
He really wanted me to stroke him. But much more. I picked up he wanted to come with me. Most street dogs prefer freedom. Not him. He wanted to come back.
I called Vishwa who pulled up fifteen minutes, later. He agreed with “my take” on things. So Vishwa took him to the Shelter. Fed him. And we intended to keep him permanently.
Then over the early days it emerged that the poor guy was clingy and needy for affection and attention. And he didn’t know how to play. All the dogs, one at a time, after initially accepting him, ended up rejecting him. He was desperate to get affection from them. He just wouldn’t stop. Continuously being pesty and nudging them to gain acceptance.
Within a couple of weeks, almost all the dogs rejected his advances. After a while they got somewhat aggressive in rejecting. Then he started getting aggressive. AND so there were a lot of fights. And poor Keshav was an outcast.
Vishwa and I discussed it. Thought we might try him in the garden where there was a lot more room and it might be less intense. But he didn’t make it there.
Somewhere about then an animal communicator came and told us that Keshav (we named him,”Keshav”) was terrified of being put back on the street. Both Vishwa and I then told him that we loved him and that this was his home for ever and ever. And that he was never going back on the streets.
He got extra reassurance from supervisor Raja and “cow eyes” Sekar. Whenever I came in I’d hold him on my lap and stroke him. And tell him I loved him…and that we would help him.
Months passed. Poor, poor Keshav. He just couldn’t get accepted. He got in so many fights, which became the pressing problem. The staff gave him continuous reassurance and love. But he was just rejected by the dogs.
I felt his pain. We all felt his pain. The animal communicator had found out that he had been with a family as a puppy. They kept him locked in a room. Beat him. And never let him play with other dogs. He never learned to play. Poor, poor Keshav. We’d never had a case like him.
Then slowly, painfully, he started being less noodgy. And it really was s-l-o-w. It was over a year that he was a rejected outcast.
I regularly asked Vishwa how Keshav was doing. Was he learning to play—a little? Did he have any friends? Was he getting into fewer fights?
And about two months ago. Light. Blessed Light. He was starting to play—a little. And he was getting into fewer fights. And I started noticing that when I held him on my lap he wasn’t as needy. Then he started sitting up straight with his chin up, looking out, as I stroked his chest….And THEN, one day recently, he sat on the chair next to me!!!
I wouldn’t be telling you this story if he hadn’t made it across. It was just too painful. Maybe to me because it brought back ancient fears.
The videos below show him during the crossing. One shows him trying to play by mounting another dog—not sexually...just mounting. Him not taking the rejection and just keeping on being pesty until the other dog snapped.
This video shows him trying to be included in the fun with two other dogs playing.
Then, these next two show him starting to learn to play without being pesty and without mounting.
And finally, the two last photos show him being accepted so that he could sleep and rest with the others.
When I come to the Shelter, I can see him waiting for me to acknowledge him. And when I do, he in a detached way coolly surrenders to it.
Thank God...Dear, dear Keshav...It was a difficult journey...But you’ve made it across...We love you...And we’re so happy for you...Om Namah Shivaya...May all Beings benefit.
Pandi and Prem went out to get her. She’d been hit by a vehicle the day before. No one knew whether it was a car or two wheeler. She was two years old, her back was broken, and she had four healthy pups. They were two weeks old.
We’ve got her in a protected, quiet stall in Intensive Care. She’s a very good mom. And very mellow. The puppies are healthy and doing well. Dr. Raja said that she only has a fifty percent chance of getting the use of her legs back.
Well sweetie pie...You're a good mom...And this is a place where you'll be safe and protected...May all good things come to you...Om Namah Shivaya.
Many of you have heard me say that in order for deep healing to take place, the Voiceless Ones must feel safe, cared for, and loved.
They must have a life. Not just be kept in captivity. Choices: Playing. Resting in repose. Friends. Guys they dislike. To go off and not be disturbed.
These are some videos of them playing. They’re precious. It’s like a miracle. They are actually happy.
I’ve also said that unlike us, they don’t lament the fact they’re disabled. They do whatever they do without thinking, “Oh, I’m not like the others”…..In these shots of playing…Notice the black dog that only has the use of his front legs. He’s into the rough housing like everyone else.
In this fourth video. Notice the main dog—the brown and white one. He had a severe spinal compression and was paralyzed. Our beloved Dr. Raja was able to bring him all the way back. Om Namah Shivaya.
What a wonderful sight to behold Dear Ones...So wonderful is your joy...May you be blessed with inner peace...It makes us so happy to watch you....Love, From The Guys.
We cover here several experiences with monkeys. Some are not the full stories, but the videos speak for themselves.
In this first case we got a call from a compassionate soul reporting a wounded monkey. Pandi and Prem went out.
This video was taken when they first arrived. She’s in the tree with her baby. And you can see the something hanging from her behind.
Pandi climbed into the tree to get her. It ain’t easy to catch a wounded monkey, especially one protecting a baby. You can see that several attempts were unsuccessful. We don’t have any shots of the actual “catch” so I called Vishwa to see how they were able to bring her in. Pandi, after a while, got close enough to give her an injection of a strong sedative.
The tissue hanging was a covering from her stomach and came out below the anus. The poor honey had apparently been in a fight. Probably protecting her little one. The operation took a half hour. Dr. Bharati was on at the time. It wasn’t a severe wound. He stuffed the tissue back in and sutured it. The video below is post-op.
This video was during convalescence. Vishwa had put another baby in with her to acclimate him to being with a female monkey and baby. The mother was reasonably accepting. She didn’t give him a lot of attention, but it was still good for him. She and her baby were released ten days later.
We only have partial coverage here.
Pandi and Kanagaraj went out with Vishwa. He’s a male monkey with a wound on his behind. That’s him in the tree.
It took a while to catch him. This video shows where Vishwa got close enough to give him a sedating injection.
The photo on the clinic table shows the wound. It’s not very serious. He was treated and convalesced for several days before being released.
This is Prem and Kanagaraj releasing an adult male monkey after he was treated.
That’s supervisor Raja you hear giving them instructions as they’re carrying the cage to his territory…Generally, adult monkeys are anxious to be released into freedom. With babies it can be different.
As you can see in the first video, this guy really, really wants freedom.
In this video he realizes he's home.
And in this one Prem almost gets bitten just before the monkey makes his dash back to his beloved life of FREEDOM.
We got a call that a young monkey had a serious injury on his hand.
This video is of Vishwa in the process of bringing the little guy in.
This is simply the release of a young gal into freedom after she recovered.
So, so happy to be free.
Blessings on all of you...May you have long lives of freedom...And joy...Love, Us
Well Dear Ones. I’m at the computer, clearly…And in my house listening to chants…I personally believe in a Supreme Being. For those of you who don’t, I think you’d still like these chants.
It’s a little scary what’s happening on our beloved Planet. It’s almost a classical play between the forces of Darkness and the forces of Light.
To me, can’t do much on a mega basis…But I’m remembering…It was a long time ago…It was Ram Das, the former Richard Alpert. He had just returned to the US from India to write a book that he was told to write by his Guru, Neem Karoli Baba. The book that eventually came into being was named “Be Here Now”. Incredibly, it became an international best seller. And it profoundly impacted many of my generation(those born between 1865 and 1871—just kidding). The book is still in print and has sold over two million copies.
Anyway, a young man who was working for me took me to a talk by Ram Das. The year was 1970. It was at the concert hall of the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. I had never, never attended anything like it. I just went because this young man was so enthusiastic.
Ram Das came out on the stage. White attire. Beard. Longish hair. Beaded necklace. (I mean he had been a distinguished Harvard professor, and this was his new incarnation). He spoke. Then we chanted (first time in my life). I really wasn’t into it...”Om Mane Padme Hung”.
Then Ram Das opened the floor to questions. The U of M was a pretty radical campus. It was during the time of the Vietnam war. And one earnest young man. Clearly an activist. Stood up and fiercely said, “What the hell are you doing up there…White clothes. Beads. And chanting. While we’re bombing the hell out of Vietnam and killing tens of thousands of people. Why aren’t you doing something?”
Ram Das’s answer to this young man changed my life. Not at first, but it descended in me like a time bomb in the weeks that followed.
He said that he believed that the most you could do for another Being was to uplift your own inner self.
I had three wonderful children whom I loved dearly. And I wanted to give them the world. I wanted them to be happy. To have full lives. I wasn’t much different than many, many other parents. And I was struggling to do that. I was in a profession, and had a job which didn’t satisfy any of the deep needs in me. I was struggling with so many things inside, and out. The truth was that I was deeply unhappy. I felt that many around me were in the same circumstances. And I thought, what could I possibly give my children if I were so unhappy?
Then I thought to myself that if I could find a way, a real way, to a special connection in life that filled my Heart. That connected me inside so that I were deeply happy and alive, inside. Then I could share that with my beloved children. And I felt that was the greatest gift I could possibly give them.
So that freed me from staying in the life I was in, with the restraints it imposed. A life in which I believed that most around me were in the same struggle. And thus, my search began.
Somewhere on this journey I came to believe that nothing outside your own self could fill you. That it wasn’t a journey to somewhere else, that it was a journey back to one's own Heart. That you could do many, many things in life, but they aren’t what would fill you. That it was the connection with your own Heart. I came to see that this was the communion one craved. And that on this journey you shared a life with Dear Ones. But each, without exception, had to connect with their own Heart to be full.
My Guru told me that it isn’t who loves you that counts. That gives you happiness…The whole world can love you. And if your inner state is not good, it doesn’t help a whole lot. It’s especially poignant when you go to sleep…. It’s you loving and caring that counts. It’s loving and caring that creates spaciousness inside, and brings you closer to your own Heart.
Back to Ram Das…To that day long ago…Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
The import of uplifting your own inner state…Is that you have a more positive affect on everyone you meet…And thru interconnectedness, that spreads out to others with whom they have contact. And on and on. It’s very, very powerful.
So…Dear People…My holiday message was to share something that was so important to me…And to share with you, my beliefs.
May all of us…All of us without exception…Be blessed with more compassionate understanding…May all of us be guided to just Help…May our beloved, hurting Planet be healed…Please, whatever Powers exist…Whatever is Real…Help us down here…Help us All…
Blessings…Love…Hugs…To all of you
Okay…Appeal for funds.
We’re struggling here…By “we” I mean the Shelter…Us working for it…We are facing, at times, incredible corruption…Incredible indifference…Incredible greed and selfishness…This is the karma we are moving against for the beloved Voiceless Ones…We are making strong strides…You can see it as you walk around…Things really are lifting for them…We are burning thru these forces that make it so difficult for them.
But we need help…Not just good wishes…We need help…Money
I’ve decided to send out a separate email in a day or two.