Finding Dillon

By Jennifer, California

My sister Carrie was on her way to visit me for my wedding anniversary celebration. I was happy she was coming and agreed to pick her up at the airport.

Almost as soon as she got into the car, she began to tell me stories about her new dog named Dillon, who is a Wheaten Terrier. Dillon was a rescue dog and very loving. My sister doted on him like a new mother over a baby.

When we arrived home, Carrie got a call from her husband, Jerry. He had taken Dillon up to their ranch in Montana. As he usually did, he let Dillon out to run around and explore. But this time, the dog hadn’t returned.

Dillon was missing.

My sister and her husband were concerned. But there were still hours of daylight left, and they believed he would show up before dark.

By nightfall, Jerry had still not found Dillon, and he began to worry about the many predators that could harm a small dog.

The next day, Dillon was still missing. Carrie was in tears. She was sure they had lost him.

I’d never seen her so upset. As my older sister, she had always seemed so strong and brave to me. Her sadness touched a chord in my heart. I wondered what I could do to help.

I thought it would be a good idea to take the situation into contemplation and ask the Inner Master for guidance. I decided to tell my sister about my plan.

“I’d like to do a spiritual exercise and ask for guidance on Dillon,” I said. “Is that OK with you?”

“Sure,” she said. “Anything that will help.”

I closed my eyes and went into contemplation. Inwardly, I turned the situation over to the ECK and the Mahanta. As I relaxed, I had an image of a red, latticework porch, similar to the one at my sister’s ranch in Montana. I thought that was interesting, but I put the image aside.

Thank you for the image, Mahanta, I said inwardly. But where is Dillon?

Then I heard an inner voice in reply.

If you want to know where to find the dog, the horses know where to look.

The horses? I thought. Well, OK. Thank you, Mahanta. When I came out of contemplation, I shared part of my experience with my sister.

“I don’t know if this means anything to you,” I began. “But when I asked about Dillon, I was told that the horses know where to look.”

Carrie wasn’t sure what to make of that. They did have a couple of horses. But how could they find a dog?

As the day wore on, Carrie got ready to go to the airport to return home. She seemed a little happier.

“I’m really excited, Jenny!” she said. “I think what you heard means we have to do a mounted search for Dillon. Maybe that’s how we’ll find him!”

When she got to the ranch, Carrie and Jerry did a mounted search with the horses for Dillon. Although they covered every part of the ranch, they found no sign of him.

Despondent, Carrie sat on her porch and cried. She thought of how much she loved her dog and wanted him home. Jerry sat with her and they reminisced about the sweet times they spent with Dillon.

Suddenly the horses began to act in a peculiar way. They were nuzzling the latticework at the far end of the porch.

Carrie thought that was odd and went to check. As she approached, she heard the welcome sound of barking. Dillon was trapped under the porch!

The horses had shown her where he was. Jerry got the latticework apart and the family was reunited.

Carrie called me that evening.

“We’ve found Dillon!” she said. “It’s really a miracle. I never thought you could get information like that to help me find my dog. I think it worked because you love me so much.”

I agreed with my sister. Because I love her so much, I was able to let down the guard of my mind. Then the ECK, the Holy Spirit, was able to flow through more easily and give me the help I needed.

I learned I can always rely on the ECK and the Mahanta to get the answers I need, not just for myself but also for my loved ones. It’s such a blessing to see how love connects all life!