In 2003 Dexter came into our lives and opened the door to a magical realm in which everything is alive, reflective and responsive. At first I thought he was just a dog, a very special dog, but nothing more. Over the years I came to see that he was my teacher, wise, humble and patient beyond my understanding and that I was a very slow and arrogant student.
He taught me that ancient dogs and wolves did not come in from the wilderness to give up their freedom and become domesticated dogs just to be with us human animals and our fire and security. They are here to help us remember freedom and to guide us back to the wild and to our true selves. Dexter’s mission was to guide us out of an ordinary life and into Gaia’s Dreaming, which he did with the impeccability of a natural shaman.
Dexter died on a hot and sultry afternoon on the 6th August 2014. He crossed the greatest threshold of transformation without fear, so that I could share this story. I loved him very much. Our heart fields synchronised perfectly when we sat together and we experienced unity when I hugged him. It is tempting to focus on the fact that this will never happen again, but that would be to discard his teaching and fail as a student. I can still feel the love we shared, even without the physical touch. It is the very experience of separation, as dog and human that enabled us to experience the unity of love. And now that he is no longer here in the physical I know that love transcends death. I still love him. I still feel the warmth of that love melt my heart when I remember the beauty we shared. It is only through this cycle of life and death that we can know the Truth that Love is without form and therefore Eternal.
We shared an incredible adventure and I want to share it with anyone who can open their mind and heart to the possibility that their dog might be their teacher too – as requested by Dexter and all our brothers and sisters in the dog shaman collective.
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities: Truth isn’t.” Mark Twain