It was a Sunday night in October 2013 when tragedy struck…I was driving home with my three little dogs after checking on a friend’s cabin near the Canadian border. The remote two-laned highway weaved past open meadows and marshes. At first, I didn’t know what was happening in the darkness. I saw a large flash of brown fur moving left to right, then impact. There was no time to brake. Imagine traveling at 55 mph in total darkness and hitting a cement wall. I realized, far too late, that it had to be a large animal. There was no time to react.I braced myself for certain death. I could not see anything except brown fur coming at me. I knew the giant body would soon slam through the windshield and likely end my life. I panicked for my dogs, who were asleep in the backseat. An explosion of metal crushing and glass shattering made me instinctively close my eyes as I gripped the steering wheel, helpless to what was happening. The bang of the airbag deploying, gunpowder filled the air as my Bronco veered into the next lane of oncoming traffic. There was no way I would survive. My dogs. Where are my dogs? When my vehicle came to a stop, I sat motionless, afraid to open my eyes.The horrible realization came over me that I must be dead. It was eerily quiet, and a thought popped into my mind. Everything the spirits told me was true about dying. It feels like you are still alive. In the next few seconds, I bravely opened my eyes. I wasn’t dead. I saw the airbag, twisted dashboard, and broken glass everywhere, but shockingly not from the windshield. The side windows had exploded.  I instinctively reached for my three dogs only to realize that all of them were in my lap. I don’t know when that happened, but they were shivering in fear. I smelled gasoline but couldn’t get out. My door was jammed shut, and the jaws of life were needed to extricate us. I held my dogs close as emergency crews worked their magic. I took a very deep breath when suddenly two shotgun blasts went off. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the silhouette of the enormous carcass slumped on the highway and two men who ended the moose’s misery.  “I’ve never seen anyone walk away after hitting a 1000 lb moose, let alone with no injuries,” the emergency room doctor said as he rechecked my vitals. “Not even a scratch,” he said out loud, as if to himself. “You must have someone watching over you.” My dogs did not seem to have any trauma from the accident, but I did. It took me a while before I would drive again. It was over a year before I would drive at night. I still have flashbacks and can hear the sound of metal crunching and glass exploding. Post-traumatic stress is real. I was finally able to communicate with the energy of the moose to express my despair for her life ending. I had not wanted to think about it for the longest time but I felt it would bring the closure I needed. I had agonized over her death and felt responsible in many ways even though I knew I had no time to avoid her. I thought that she possibly had a calf with her and that made me feel even worse.  She made it very clear that I was nowhere close in my assumptions. While I will keep that conversation private for now, I will say her messages shocked me in amazing and unbelievable ways. The moose’s messages brought more than closure. She opened a whole new perspective about my work as an animal communicator and lightworker in this Universe.  Perhaps someday, I will write a book about this experience. 

 

Life can change in an instant. We’ve all heard that saying, but once you’ve lived it, you understand on a whole new level and will never be the same. My dogs and I went home that night with not even a scratch. I am blessed and grateful to know someone was watching over us that night. 

 

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