Mystic Beach Magic - A Supernatural Dog and His Earthling

Mystic Beach Magic - Ch. 2 - Blue Light Spell

Mystic Beach Magic - The Spell of the Blue Light

Logline: In a part memoir, part fantasy, a dog with supernatural gifts and his two legged earthling have unusual experiences, learn insights about life and find love, joy and peace, despite living through both light and dark times.

The Life of a Supernatural Dog and His Two Legged Earthling

Journal Entry from Kristi Marie, an Earthling with a Second Identity as Rain Moon Dreamer –

Dear Ethereal Enigma of the Many Dimensions,

Each morning in the fog at Mystic Beach my dog and I feel your energies and merge with the universe and beyond. So many dimensions, layered like photos floating on top of each other.

My dog, Coos Bay Bear, gazes at me with eyes of an old soul and an Empath with Psychic gifts.

Today I'm writing down the inspirations and creative thoughts that walking at Mystic Beach brings to me.

Yours,

Kristi Marie, also known as my ethereal self, Rain Moon Dreamer

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Journal Entry by Psychic Communication from Coos Bay Bear, A Supernatural Dog Who is an Empath with Healing Gifts

Dear All-Embracing Spirit, Interconnecting Everything, Everywhere,

Thank you for the joys of this mission. I love being the messenger and supernatural companion for my two legged being. She does not know about my ethereal essence but she suspects something is different about me.

Please guide me to help her learn and experience life as she becomes a more seasoned being on this journey. She has much to learn.

With gratitude,

Coos Bay Bear, Messenger from the All-Embracing Spirit, Member of the Alliance of Empath and Psychic Dogs

The Oregon Coast Rainforest Life - The Spell of the Blue Light – Dancing by Moonlight with Coos Bay Bear

Birds call from the Douglas Fir forest, their voices singing across the smooth mirror of the sapphire lake. A tall blue heron stands silhouetted against the greenery, neck stretched skyward, eyes watching me, feet resting on the grey limbs of a fallen tree in the water.

I sense something giving me a mental nudge, a whisper. It is a few days after the long sun and full moon of the summer solstice. Tonight sister Moon will still shed her glowing light beyond the fir tree canopy, a good time for visions to flow and to travel to the past.

My Spirit Animal, Coos Bay Bear, dreamer and protector, gazes intently at me. We are a picture in black and white – his shadow toned coat contrasting with my waist length white waves of stormy hair. It is the summer of 2023 in the wilderness of the central Oregon coast, quiet and still at Alder Dune Lake, only nature talking.

Now, memories of light and dark times merge and fly by me into a dusky sky. The brightness of one memory outshines the others, sending a streak through the universe to infinity.

The deep galaxy of my husband's eyes still floats in front of mine many times throughout the day. Called home by the Great Spirit when I was in early middle age, his soul still connects to mine.

My Frank was an animal psychic. Wandering the woods as a child, he once petted a wild skunk. "Pay attention to what people and other animals are feeling," he said. "Watch their nonverbal communication." As an adult who became a psychiatrist, his compassion for living beings enfolded us all. Frank and I bonded over animals, nature and stories.