Cheyenne Stands Guard — Updated
August 10, 2013. Overnight, I had only four hours of sleep, total. I had lain awake for several hours, praying, crying, asking Spirit and the Hierarchy to take care of Cheyenne and to help me in my terrible grief. My heart ached so completely that I felt as if it literally had been ripped from my chest.
After two hours of sleep, I awoke at 5:15 a.m. Lying still in the darkness, I had a quick but clear vision: Cheyenne, a lone sentinel, stood on the high mountain ridge to the west, silhouetted by the twilight, looking at me from the distance. Silently she stood guard.
It was a difficult, emotional day for me. I cried multiple times. Any memory of Cheyenne, of recent or distant past, could trigger a deep welling of emotion within me, spilling over into a sudden, overwhelming grief. So many loving memories of cherished times together!
In response to the announcement I had e-mailed last night, plus one I sent out this morning describing my vision of Cheyenne on the mountain ridge, I received a flood of heartfelt replies from many friends and fellow light workers, offering prayers and support. I was deeply touched by the outpouring of love.
In the evening I prepared a blog post, Ode to Cheyenne. Some years ago I had chosen the title, knowing that inevitably the day would come when I would express my personal memorial to Cheyenne on Motah Chronicles. I included the e-mails I had already sent out, plus two anonymous tributes to the special relationship between humans and dogs. I inserted several of my favorites photos of Cheyenne. Inscribed at the top of the blog post was the statement I had made in my recent dream of July 29th: “Love is the only force in the universe that can heal everything.” Little did I know how prophetic that advice would be to sustain my spirit upon the sudden death of beloved Cheyenne!
After posting my blog memorial, I felt more at peace. I went to bed around 11:30. The terrible weight of grief had abated for the time being. I sent prayers of love and protection to Cheyenne.
Cheyenne Waits at Nada’s Side
August 11, 2013. After a relatively peaceful night’s sleep, with uneventful dreams, I suddenly awoke at 6:00 o’clock. In the predawn darkness, my thoughts immediately turned to Cheyenne. Treasured memories dripped one by one into my mind. Then the floodgates opened. Inconsolably I cried. Unrelenting sobs gushed from my aching heart. “Sweet Cheyenne, I miss you terribly so!”
When my tears finally stopped, I lay quietly. I knew then, in my heart of hearts, that Cheyenne is with Nada, standing by her side, waiting obediently for her command.* 
Nada, in charge of devic-elemental kingdoms on Earth, is the one who is guiding Cheyenne’s interdimensional exchange with me. She will not let Cheyenne directly enter my auric field until the timing is right, until my emotional balance for our interaction is sustainable for the highest good of spiritual demonstration between animal and man.
Cheyenne recognizes Nada’s authority and is completely receptive to her guidance. She is keenly alert to any signal Nada may give. Though Cheyenne sees my profound grief for our physical separation, she is not anxious but is at peace. Instinctively she understands, and calmly she radiates love to soothe my sorrow.
In her astral light-form, which is larger than her physical body was, Cheyenne has what I can only describe as a regal canine bearing. She is sleek and elegant; her line is magnificent and harmonious. She expresses beauty within and without. Her gentle spirit, so evident through her former physical self, is magnified in her current spiritual vibration. I had communed with her light form numerous times when she was on Earth; I had seen it clairvoyantly and had touched it tangibly. I can easily visualize it now.
Cheyenne stands at Nada’s right side. Patiently she waits to approach her best friend and companion, Phillel.
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After Death
by Edwin Arnold
Farewell, Master, yet not farewell,
Where I go, ye, too, shall dwell.
I am gone before your face,
A moment’s time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept.
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* When she was with us on Earth, Nada-Yolanda had such great affection for Cheyenne, and Cheyenne for her. Yolanda delighted in giving her dog biscuits and other treats. She would gently tug her tail and tease in a lilting voice, “Who’s got your tail? Who’s got your tail?” I have long known that Yolanda gladly would meet Cheyenne once she crossed to the other side. That is why, at the time of Cheyenne’s transition, I said to her, “Now go to Yolanda. She’ll take care of you.”
Photos: (1) Cheyenne, 2011, Mark-Age Archives. (2) Cheyenne, 2007, Mark-Age Archives.