© 2016 - 2020 Norbert Kilian
www.sie-kommen-zurueck.de
www.krebsgegner.de
Cover, translation and design by Norbert Kilian,
Wilhelmshaven, Germany
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ISBN 978-3-7526-3523-2
“The doctrine of reincarnation is neither absurd nor useless. Being reborn twice is not more astonishing than once.
Resurrection is natures key.”
according to Voltaire, philosopher
I am very pleased that this book is now also available in English. My wife has translated it with the help of several programs. Some friends read and also corrected it. Nevertheless, it is grammatically and orthographically not perfect, but that is not bad, because the most important thing is the content.
The subtitle of this book is "Rebirth and soul migration of our pets". I am convinced that every living being has a soul and so every living being can either go to heaven or be reborn. Every animal can come back to us.
The fact that this book so often talks about dogs and cats is only because I have found very few reports about other reborn animals. A dog owner lives closely together with his dog, usually in his flat. This means that he sees his dog immediately after getting up in the morning. The dog welcomes him joyfully. Generally, the dog owner talks to his dog, pets it, gives him a treat and often walks with him before breakfast. This close contact is maintained throughout the day.
Of course the dog's behaviours stand out. Maybe it doesn't want to go out when it rains. Maybe it always sleeps next to it's basket. Maybe it will bark at the first sound of the alarm clock. If now after the death of this dog the new dog shows the same behaviour patterns, the idea can quickly arise that the old soul was reborn in the new dog.
But what about a rabbit, a guinea pig, a snake or a bird? Every animal has its characteristics, but in case of those just mentioned, they are simply less noticeable than in dogs or cats. In only a few cases are there extremely conspicuous behaviour patterns in these animals which suggest that the new animal is the rebirth of the old one.
If you, dear reader, have loved your animal and this animal was happy with you, it will try to come back to you, no matter if it is a dog, a horse, a turtle or another animal.
To protect privacy, I have partially changed the names of people and places.
Introduction
My dogs
Bruno and Biff
Alanka became Arko
Winged cats
Knowledge
Dog lovers are different - cat lovers too
Iris Berben
Mrs Klein and her cat
Blacky, the white tomcat that disappeared without trace
In Russian captivity
YouTube
The hoax of the rabbit risen from the dead
Jackie, the hare
Quote: The Healer
My lady dog Kita
Reading in cat forums
How do I find my reborn pet?
From the Berlin Newspaper
The mysterious Russian woman in Christiania
Belissa – the one's joy, the other's suffering
Many worlds
Franz Beckenbauer
Luna the whale
Ecki the squirrel
Depending on your point of view
Brown blue
Foxi, the dog from the other world
In my cousins village
Céline Dion
The dog that become a cat
Something really strange
Mrs Meier and her guide dog
Crane
Poetry Slam
Connected
From a horse forum
The vegetarian dog
Read it on Facebook
The soul weighs 21 gram?
The mouse free horse farm
The Shaman
The magpie
The animal communicator
From the Tyrolean Daily Newspaper
Plato, Atlantis, Aliens, the rebirth and me
A request
We think that humans are the crowning glory of creation, they have a soul. We think it is possible that the soul of humans will come to paradise or be born again. In the meantime, many also concede a soul to animals. Can the soul of an animal also come to paradise or be reborn?
Can a human soul be reborn as an animal? Or would this be a descent from the precious soul of humans to the low soul level of an animal? Is the level of the human soul really higher than the soul level of an animal? How do we know, or better believe we know, that humans are the higher soul being and, for example, the dog is the lower soul being?
The religions that know reincarnation agree that life is about learning love. It is about the development of human towards love and when it comes to love, the dog is far superior to us humans, because the dog loves us more than himself.
Maybe it is time for us humans to rethink our views.
Maybe this will create a completely different view of the world.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
Will Rogers
In spring 2014 my book "Krebs bei Hunden erfolgreich behandeln" (successful treatment of cancer in dogs) was published, in which I also report about my dogs and my relationship to them.
I write that I believe that our Labrador Asko was the rebirth of our previous dog Charly. Interestingly, no one has mocked me because of this thesis. On the contrary, I received emails and letters from people telling me their stories and thoughts about reincarnation, rebirth and transmigration. I will publish the most interesting of them in this book, but first of all the capital from my book that triggered these reactions.
Heinz Rühmann (a German actor) said: "You can live without a dog, but it's not worth it".
I agree. I love dogs and have had a dog at my side almost all the time since I was three years old. The first dog of our family was a black and white Cocker Spaniel, we called her Corny, a very beautiful animal. Her breeder sometimes picked her up here to present her at shows.
Corny was actually a nightmare. She jumped into every puddle and rolled around in things you don't like, fresh cow pats were very popular. She was stubborn, greedy and had a very memorable sense of obedience, but she was also cuddly and very teachable. No dog could do so many tricks. So every morning, when we let her into the garden, she brought the daily newspaper from the mailbox without being asked, afterwards there were treats. On Sundays we got no newspaper, so there was no treat. One Sunday morning Corny brought a dirty newspaper page with her, which she had taken out of the compost and from then on she knew how to get a reward on Sunday regardless.
When I was fifteen, my parents were in hospital at the same time, mother due to an accident and father with a heart attack. I was staying with friends. When I returned home, Corny had disappeared. My parents never told me what had happened to her. The pain of losing my dog is still present when I think about it.
A year later I got a dog called Lumpi from my friend, who had to go to hospital. Lumpi was an incredible mixture of Afghan and Rottweiler, an extremely impressive animal, tall, blond, long-haired and with a catastrophic urge for freedom. My friend Charly lived in Mardorf at the Steinhuder Meer (German lake) and Lumpi was "allowed" to run around freely on the property and the adjoining forest. Of course this was not possible in our village. As much as we took care, Lumpi was always gone.
We had the dog for two years and three times he has run the twenty-five miles back to Mardorf. The third time, a neighbour of my friend, who had died in the meantime, suggested that he would take the dog. Due to the fact that they were dog lovers and the dog had more freedom, our family agreed with a heavy heart. When Lumpi was no longer with us, my father cried and said that there would never be another dog in his house again. After that my father was very sad. He missed the dog, the daily walk, the conversation with other dog owners and last but not least the affection and love that Lumpi had brought into his life.
A few months later I worked in Minden on a construction site right next to an animal shelter. At lunchtime I visited it to look at the dogs. The day before a puppy had been brought, someone had rescued it from the Weser (river), about three months old and playful to full. After work I called my father and asked him to pick me up from the construction site, I told him nothing about the dog.
When he arrived, I was standing in front of the animal shelter with the manager of the shelter and the puppy. Father grasped the situation immediately, got out of the car and began to scold: „What are you doing!“ No way he wanted a new dog, he still had enough of the last one and so on. I expected this reaction and explained the situation to the manager of the shelter in advance. In the middle of my father's speech she suddenly said "Hold this" and put the puppy into his hands. Father said nothing more, he looked at the puppy and said: "Okay, let's go home“.
We named the dog Charly after my late friend.
It was an absolute super-dog, a Spitz cross, full-grown he had 16 inches shoulder height. He had only positive qualities and was extremely affectionate. We had a huge apple tree in the garden at that time. In autumn I put a ladder to the tree to pick the apples in the crown. I climbed into the tree and after a short time an anxious howl sounded right next to me. Charly had climbed up the ladder and now clung to two rungs about twelve feet above the ground. He trembled with fear. I couldn't go down the ladder because the dog was hanging there. I was also worried that he might fall down. I called for my wife, but she didn't hear me in the house. After a felt eternity, our neighbour Klaus appeared and carefully climbed up the ladder and brought the dog safely back to the ground. I was still in the tree, but as soon as I was back on the ladder Charly tried to climb the ladder again. On the third attempt Klaus picked him down again.
At the age of sixteen, Charly lost his hearing and we switched him to sign language, he still followed excellent. We were able to let him run free as usual. Every fifteen feet he turned around. If we wanted something from him, we only had to hold one arm up, then he stopped waiting for further instructions. Should he come, I had to turn around, should he stay, I had to show a palm as a stop signal. We and the other dog owners in the village had a lot of fun because of this special situation. Charly became over eighteen years old. We had him put to sleep when he went blind.
What I'm writing now, some of you will find strange and others even quaint, but it's true. Since my childhood I have been interested in religion, especially Buddhism. I am enthusiastic about the idea of rebirth, yes, I believe in it, just like almost half of the world's population. Our Charly was a great dog, a picture book dog, I wanted him back, but how do you find a dog that was reborn? Chance or Providence is supposed to fix something like that.
After about six months I was looking for a puppy. Half a year I waited, so that Charly could be reborn in a different way. Stop grinning, I mean it seriously.
One day my mother came home from work and brought a daily newspaper from Bielefeld (50 miles from our place of residence) which she had just received by chance. In this newspaper there was only one ad under the heading "Sales Animals", "Labrador Puppies for Sale". We phoned, made an appointment and on the weekend we drove all together to Bielefeld.
Eight black Labrador puppies, three months old, were waiting for us, one of them immediately came running to me and chewed on my shoelaces. Then he went to my mother and bit her little toe. This cheeky puppie became our new dog.
My father couldn't take the idea that the spirit of our Charly should be in this dog serious and my mother always thought everything was impossible anyway.
The dog was called Asko. When we brought him to his new home, he was thrilled. There was so much to discover. He romped through the garden, crawling into every corner and examining his new basket in the winter garden. There was only one place in the whole garden that he avoided and always avoided and that was the kennel. This hut of massive beech had always been the refuge of all our dogs. Charly, our last dog, also liked to use it for years. But about two years earlier something had happened and since then Charly had not entered the kennel and had not gone near it.
We came back from holiday and Charly ran happily through his garden, went into his hut and immediately came running to me howling with a bleeding nose. A big cat had made himself comfortable in the hut during our absence and had given our dog three bleeding wounds with a paw stroke when he stuck his nose in it.
Now Asko also avoided this hut, you can see that as proof of a rebirth, I don't know. Judge for yourself.
Asko developed into an absolute super dog, he had no character weaknesses. He was in no way inferior to our Charly. If I had to give him a certificate, I would write: Asko fulfilled the expectations placed in him to our complete satisfaction.
At the age of seven, Asko fell ill with osteoarthritis. A short time later he developed a neurological disease from one day to the next. Now he was always very sad when he was alone. My wife and I decided to buy a second dog. My parents were no longer alive at this time.
At that time I was enthusiastic about sledge dog racing. I went to many events, did a musher course and spent a holiday on a sledge dog tour. The sledge dog virus had gripped me. It was supposed to be a sledge dog. So we came to our present dog, an Akita Inu with some Malamut share. Kita was one and a half years old and already trained as a sledge dog when she came to us. She got along with Asko immediately and Asko really blossomed again. That was the best decision we could make.
Two years later we put Asko to sleep. He was only nine years old, but I didn't want to put him through the pain and medication. Kita is now almost fourteen years old and in good health. For five years I was doing dog sledding with her, then I became ill, cancer. Now I am healthy again, but the dog is too old and maybe I am too.
Why am I telling you all this? I want to express that I know what it means to "own" a dog. I know how hard it is to say goodbye when the time has come, but I also know what it means to have to say goodbye to a dog even though the time has not yet come.
When you adopt a dog, you have a lot of very good days and one very bad day.”
W. Bruce Cameron
This letter reached me shortly after the publication of my book "Successful Treatment of Cancer in Dogs". I shortened the letter because it is probably not interesting for you as a reader why Mrs Winter became aware of me and my book. I also omitted the further thoughts about rebirth, death and God because they were very personal.
Do you believe in transmigration? Well, I do. In November 2002 we had to put our beloved Biff to sleep. He was 14 years old, a mixed male, weighed 24 lbs and had only three legs. He lost his left hind leg in an accident when he was one year old.
In summer 2003 we got another puppy. Also a mixed breed, because they are healthier and have more individuality. Bruno grew up. He resembled our deceased Biff in many ways and had some behaviour from him. At that time we still believed that this was due to the circumstances.
So Bruno came just like Biff used to in the morning, when our alarm clock rang from its basket in the hallway up the stairs and sat down in front of our bedroom door to start the day together with us. He also loved to eat pears. After one year the unbelievable happened. Bruno no longer walked on his left hind leg. Like his predecessor Biff, he ran on three legs. Of course we went to the vet. He couldn't find anything and said that it was probably a sprain that would regenerate itself.
But Bruno continued to walk on three paws and seemed to have no pain. After about half a year my husband had a totally crazy idea. He gave Bruno a bandage on his right hind leg, just to see what was happening. And what happened? Bruno continued running on three legs, but now he held up the wrapped leg! So he ran on the supposedly ill one. For us this was proof that everything had to be in order with his left leg, otherwise Bruno wouldn't be able to burden it.
Bruno is now eleven years old and has been walking on three legs for ten years. If Bruno dies one day, we will not mourn him for a second, because we know that he will come back. However, we hope that next time he will walk with us on four paws. He doesn't have to prove anything to us anymore.
A member of an esoteric forum reports that his tomcat had broken his pelvis when it jumped from the second floor at the age of one. Since then it always had to stretch his right hind leg forward while sitting. The tomcat died at the age of twelve.