When I began working as an intuitive counselor and fully surrendered to this calling, miracles began to unfold in my life. Not because I was trying with all my might to make them happen or consciously manifesting them, but because I listened to my intuition and allowed it to guide me.
It was 2011. I was giving a lecture on intuition for an educational company in Ljubljana. These were the early days of my work, and I was deeply grateful for the trust they placed in me and for the opportunity.
The audience, however, could be quite demanding. Skeptics would also attend my lectures—people who, despite their doubts, were curious to learn more about this mysterious thing called intuition.
At times, I felt as though I were at an audition or being tested, while others listened with genuine interest as I explained how intuition works and shared practical examples of how it can be used.
I particularly remember one gentleman who was struggling with high blood pressure. His entire face was red. He mentioned an unpaid invoice that had been outstanding for several months, as well as his daughter’s decision to travel instead of studying—a decision that went against everything he wanted for her.
After the workshop and the intuitive insights—which at first seemed completely illogical—something shifted and released within his energy. The pressure that had been building both in his relationships and within his physical body began to dissolve. Soon afterward, the invoice was paid, his blood pressure eased, and the redness in his face disappeared.
I also remember a woman who was extremely skeptical. She strongly doubted my intuitive abilities and told me so openly. I could even sense a certain hostility coming from her. But when the answer to her question involved her daughter and included details I could not possibly have known, her defensive walls came down and she visibly softened.
I didn’t work with that educational agency for very long. I simply couldn’t identify with the way they advertised my workshops. At the time, I was teaching two different workshops: a general workshop on intuition and another on using intuition in sales.
And yet, almost miraculously, that collaboration brought something far greater into my life—the purest form of unconditional love.
During that period, I reconnected with a woman who had once been my cousin’s girlfriend. When they were together, she and I had gotten along very well, but shortly after their relationship ended, we lost touch.
After a long time, our paths crossed again—but only briefly. She was also a mentor and educator. I had a feeling, although she never mentioned it to me at the time, that she was going through a sensitive period in her life.
When I told her I was giving a workshop on intuition in Ljubljana, she responded with interest, so I invited her to join me.
We drove to Ljubljana together and then back to Maribor. She gave me some helpful advice on how to manage nervousness before a workshop. We talked, reminisced, and exchanged stories and experiences from our work as educators.
On the way back, she told me the story of a female dog she had found by the side of the road while driving from Belgrade to Maribor.
The dog was hungry, beaten, and in very poor condition. My acquaintance was a great dog lover. When she saw her, she simply couldn’t leave her by the side of the road. So she took her home, even though she already had a dog.
What she didn’t know was that a huge surprise was waiting for her.
Instead of bringing home one dog, she had actually brought home seven.
A magical number.
The dog was pregnant and soon gave birth to six healthy puppies.
As she told me the story, something inside me began to light up. At first it was gentle and subtle, but then the energy of the thought grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, somewhat hesitantly, I said aloud:
“Maybe this is a sign that one of these puppies is meant for our family.”
The thought hung in the air for a while.
A dog is a huge responsibility. With two small children, work, and a household to take care of, I wondered whether Marko and I could really take on another responsibility.
The next day, I shared the thought with Marko and later with our children.
One thing was clear to all of us: if we were going to have a dog, we wanted one that others might not choose—a mixed-breed dog or a rescue.
My daughter Tara had even given him a name before we had seriously considered getting a dog.
She named him Artur.
It was summer, and my acquaintance’s puppies were growing. The time was approaching when they would have to leave their mother.
One day, we went to see them with the intention of adopting one. Our children were about three and six years old at the time. Excitedly, they petted all the playful puppies jumping around them.
The most popular puppies had already been chosen. They were also the most curious ones—the ones who immediately ran toward us, eager to be petted.
But there was one puppy who didn’t seem particularly interested in us.
He was lying lazily in his enclosure, keeping to himself. They called him “Chubby” because all he seemed to do was eat and sleep.
He caught my attention.
Looking back today, I can say that he called me.
Because I knew immediately that he was the one who would come home with us.
I turned to Marko and the children and said:
“Look. Here is our Artur.”
A few days later, I went to pick him up. My acquaintance gave me some useful advice on helping him adjust to his new home and become house-trained.
I placed Artur in a dog carrier, put him in the car, and we set off.
He cried the entire way from Maribor to Ptuj. Out of fear, he vomited and pooped. I felt terribly sorry for him, but I knew he would soon adjust to his new home and to us.
And he did.
Within three days, he was already sleeping on his own and was house-trained.
I barely saw the woman who had rescued him and brought us together after that.
As I write this, fifteen years have passed. Perhaps we met two or three more times afterward, but certainly no more than that.
The opportunity to teach those workshops had come into my life when the director of the educational agency and I “coincidentally” met at an event, and she invited me to work with them.
That opportunity then led to this brief reunion with my acquaintance.
Looking back now, it almost feels as though both women briefly stepped back into my life for one reason only:
So that Artur could enter it.
The Universe, in its mysterious way, brought him to us and filled our lives with his unconditional love.
This level of unconditional love is almost impossible for a human being to comprehend. In my opinion, we are not even capable of living it in such a pure form.
For fifteen years, Artur walked beside us.
Quietly and unobtrusively, he kept us connected.
He also made sure Marko and I stayed physically and mentally active because we took him for a walk every morning. When we moved into an apartment, we walked him four times a day.
Before breakfast, before our morning coffee, Artur was always the first one we took care of.
We walked him, brushed him, and gave him fresh water and food.
Our children grew up beside him.
He was not just their furry companion or a living teddy bear—he was also their emotional support.
He carried the energy of our stressful and tense moments without ever complaining. He always waited for us at the gate, wagging his tail and barking to let us know how happy he was that we had come home.
When Tim was little, Artur loved teasing him.
One day, Tim ran outside holding a bread roll that he wanted to eat. He was holding it exactly at the height of Artur’s mouth.
A minute later, he came running back into the house in tears:
“Mommy, Artur ate my bread roll!”
Artur, of course, was absolutely convinced that the bread roll was meant for him.
Ha, ha…
Even today, that memory makes us laugh from the heart.
He very seriously played chess with Tara and watched her with fascination when she danced on the pole.
He was part of all those small, ordinary moments that make up family life.
For fifteen years, Artur was also part of my personal and professional growth.
He spent every morning with me in my office, resting peacefully nearby. Even during the heat of summer, despite the small space, he preferred being inside the office with me rather than outside.
He only left when I spoke too loudly, had coaching calls, or recorded videos.
That disturbed him.
He loved peace and his Zen-like atmosphere.
He was special, and I could easily say that he was not a typical dog.
It was only after he moved on, among the stars, that I fully realized the significance of his quiet, unobtrusive yet incredibly powerful presence in our lives.
The level of unconditional love he brought us is almost impossible to comprehend.
Through his heart, he brought Christ consciousness and a ray of Christ Light from Sirius into our lives—and awakened that light within us as well.
During his final month, we knew that our time together was coming to an end.
We spoiled him even more than usual, cooked his favorite food, and showered him with affection.
On the morning of the day he peacefully fell asleep for the last time, he looked at me with a question in his eyes.
He could barely stand anymore.
He had no strength left.
His eyes seemed to ask:
“Do you still need me?”
I knew the time had come.
My heart was breaking, but a decision settled deeply within me: we would release him from his suffering.
Tara, who studies abroad, had come to see him during his final month. Tim took him for his last walk. I cooked his final meal and gave him his last treats.
And then we went.
Marko, Tim, and I took him to the veterinarian.
He was normally afraid of the vet and would tremble all over, but this time he walked in completely peacefully, almost as though he knew…
All three of us were beside him as he peacefully fell asleep and his little heart stopped beating.
I already knew the evening before.
As I was falling asleep, I had the feeling that my own heart was about to stop. I had to focus deeply to calm my inner state.
Artur and I were connected far more profoundly than I had ever realized.
Deep inside, however, I think I had always known.
It was a bond of pure and unconditional love.
We were like one heart, even though that may be difficult to understand.
When he left, I saw him sitting peacefully high above us in the sky, watching over us.
Little white puppies were playfully jumping around him.
Three days later, his form began to change.
He started to look more like a wolf, yet he continued sitting peacefully and watching us.
Behind him, his wolf pack was waiting, together with the radiant golden Christ Light from Sirius.
A month later, he is still there.
He sits peacefully and watches over us, although he is already beginning to look back toward what is waiting for him.
I know he will remain there for as long as necessary.
Until we are okay.
Until the time comes for him to continue his own journey.
But this heart connection, this feeling, and this lesson of unconditional love will remain with us forever.
Forever and into eternity.
Gently and quietly, he stepped into our lives and ignited within them a light of unconditional love that is almost beyond comprehension.
He came to us through two fleeting “coincidences”—events I could never have imagined at the time had been so masterfully orchestrated to allow Artur to enter our lives in such a spontaneous and effortless way.
Because of him, our lives will forever be richer, more beautiful, and filled with the energy of unconditional love.
Dear Artur, thank you for illuminating our lives with your unconditional love, loyalty, and peaceful presence.
We love you.
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