A New Life – A New Adventure

Easy_b1 This is my friend Easy. He got his name because of his temperament and his affection towards humans. A healer in a all black kitty body since Day One. He is almost canine like in his habits and attitudes. He won’t play fetch, but he’ll certainly greet you when you arrive at his home and make sure you feel as much love as he’d like from you. For a male kitty, he does little hunting preferring to wait until a bird happens by before nabbing it and presenting it to his human or even a guest as I often was.

I first believed that Easy was the healer. I even wrote about it when he came back as my friend’s kitty in spirit, Miss Maddie. I wrote about it here. But turns out, I was wrong, Easy and his litter mate Stella are both healers.

Easy, Stella, and their mom moved yesterday for a new life adventure. They’re off for a different part of the state. Easy and Stella have new humans on which to do their magic. They were born at a time when many kitties came back to the planet to help us. We humans are so smart, we don’t realize we need a lot of help from animals while we complete the shift that has been slowly happening this past few years.

Stella_a Stella is an obvious member of the “OCC” or “Orange Cat Contingency” a terms coined by Penelope Smith, the woman who almost single-highhandedly brought animal communication to the public’s awareness. She certainly taught many of us we were more than capable. Anyway, Penelope has long believed (and I do too) that there is something spiritually special about Orange kitties. And Stella is no exception.

Like most cats of her color, she is aloof and does her own thing. She was known here for taking off for days at a time. I would ask her if she was in her body to which she always replied “yes – but I’m busy!” And would abruptly tune me out without so much as a clue as to her whereabouts. But, just as I would begin to quietly worry, she’d show up as if nothing were wrong at all.

Stella and I had an interesting relationship. She was kept indoors as a kitten while her mom was on vacation and I was on kitty duty. She would hold this against me for the next year and a half. I had no idea at the time I was making her so angry. But this past summer, I was finally forgiven and even shown a little tenderness from the long legged, second story jumper. It became no secret that Stella did NOT want to be confined indoors.

This past fall, I lost one of my favorite cousins (they are all favorites actually) to cancer. At the time, I was staying with Stella, Easy, and their mom. I went to Alaska to be with family and the night I returned, I was exhausted. I had many messages and comments to pass along to family members from my cousin in spirit. He had things he wanted to say and make sure they knew. One of the reasons this blog has gone quiet for so long is that I’ve been experiencing the ability to speak with those on the other side of the veil. Humans now, not just animals. And my cousin kept me writing, texting, and emailing family for over a week.

But the night I returned to my temporary home, it truly hit me my cousin was gone. Yes I can talk with him, but you can’t hug energy. 

As I turned out the light to try and sleep, I felt an onslaught of emotion. I also felt there in the dark, a quiet long kitty. She carefully walked the space between me and the edge of the bed – turned and walked back. I held out my hand to smooth her soft fur. At first I thought it was Easy. It would be natural for him to and soothe my pain. But no – it was Stella. My “angry friend” was no longer mad at me and instead showed her love for me that I know now had been there all along. I was really touched and shed a tear or two that night. Some for my cousin and some for this sweet healer who was helping me to ground and get back “in my body” and be me again. I’ll never forget her midnight drive-by.

But yesterday they all departed. Mom, Easy, and Stella. As our friends moved all the boxes and furniture, I sat one last time with Stella and Easy in the bedroom, calming their nerves over all the noise going on in the rest of the house. It was lovely to spend some last quality hours with them before they left.

I know these two cats have a lot to share with the world over the changes that now encompass us all. I used to think that Easy was the born healer, a reincarnate of my friend’s cat in spirit – Miss Maddie. But now I believe that both kitties are special little souls here to help us with our transitions. And I don’t mean to spirit, I mean as we grow and change with where we will individually arrive as the 2012 shift quickly approaches.

I want to simply say a quick “see ya” to my special kitty friends and not say “good bye”. I know I’ll see them again, but I’ll miss our daily chats that used to be carried on in person. I’ll miss the wild round up of scared “gifts” for their mom, and I’ll especially miss their mom. One of those truly wonderful friends that come into your life every once in awhile. I hope you find what it is you need and want my dear. But I’m not worried. You have two of the best healers with you that anyone could ask for.

Love and Light to you all.

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Swimming with the dolphins again

268195_10150227833917123_235748067122_7506993_410045_n In just one week, I’ll board a plane to head back the Bahamas to swim with the dolphins again. My heart soars at the very idea of being aboard Indigo, the boat I’ll live aboard, that will take us out into a sea of wonder. I live with the ocean at my front door, but it is very different from this ocean and all the wonders it holds. Three years ago I boarded the boat on an adventure with Dolphin Expeditions. All your needs are catered to, and all one needs to do is simply sit back, relax, and enjoy all that the dolphins have to offer.

As an animal communicator, this is very special. For the dolphins invoke in me emotions I didn’t know were there. Underneath, hiding in a special place in my heart, these creatures can bring out feelings of love, compassion, and knowing. I know my experience isn’t unique, I witnessed many people emerging from the water in tears, overwhelmed by their own encounters. Days, months, years after my return, I will carry the deep love and knowledge the dolphins provide. I will have a deeper understanding for all animals, and the information they provide me. This creates a deeper understanding with my animal clients. And it’s due to the dolphins.

Even now as I run through the check list of all last minute details of leaving home for awhile, I am receiving information from animals. They are indicating to me their wishes, totally unsolicited. All I need to do now is sit in my morning meditation. As easily as hearing the voice of an old friend on the other end of the phone, animals are coming forward and telling me their instructions for return to loved ones, or perhaps a simple request for a check in with their bodies so their humans can know how to help them. This is unusual since I’m not initiating these chats. And I chalk it up to the dolphin’s wisdom as well as the times we find ourselves living in. For as any good psychic can tell you – these are interesting times indeed.

Underneath, hiding in a special place in my heart, these creatures can bring out feelings of love, compassion, and knowing.

So, with a bag lightly packed, I will again visit the dolphins with an open mind and open heart to see what they have to share with me. As I recall last visit, I was so overwhelmed with information that was foreign to me, I thought I’d lost the message. But upon returning home I found it was all there for the taking. This time I feel as if I know more what to expect. This time I’ll be prepared for the onslaught of unusual information and feelings these creatures from beyond share. And this time, I may have a linear thought about the whole adventure, but I doubt it. For once again, I’m sure the dolphins are in charge, and I simply need to let go, and try and remember that. Words aren’t enough to describe the emotions that come with this experience. I”ll just sit back and enjoy what lies ahead.

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Log Trucks: Hearses for Trees

logs_c Every time I’m stuck behind a log truck, I get a queasy feeling in my stomach. It’s a mixture of grief and illness as to what lies before me: a hearse for trees. As an animal communicator, I not only understand when animals connect with me, but I also feel and “hear” trees, rocks, even water. That my sound like a stretch – but the old adage is true: we are all one. And that I see other commuters, sailing along past these large hearses shows either they are numb to it, or have never given it a second thought. “It’s just a tree”.
Recently I walked into this holding area and it made me want to turn and run. For me, it’s not unlike the wars we see on TV of scenes in far away places where there has been a war or natural disaster. All the bodies coming through our TV screens, meant to shock us, and yet – this graveyard sits squarely in front of the Columbia river. These lost spirits are awaiting their next journey overseas to mass produce housing for some other country. How nice of us! These defenseless souls lie in wait, most, but not all of them devoid of the spirit they once held. Do we ever thank our own homes? Do we thank those who gave their lives for the purpose of housing us?

Do we ever show gratitude for those who gave their lives for the purpose of housing us?

Most of these “logs” formerly “trees” are old growth. That means that they were here to greet Lewis and Clark and their grand expedition. In those days, and even several decades ago we had raping of the land under control. But today with humans procreating more and more humans, the demand for bigger hollow homes is on the rise. Not just here but around the world.

And what of the eco-system that is slaughtered along with the trees? What of the thousands of species that depended on these giants for their homes, their breeding, their food? The grasses where these giants once stood in forests are matted down like unwashed hair. The animals are displaced and dying. And many are coming into our neighborhoods to find food. I recently saw a bear in a school yard that was wandering aimlessly looking for something to eat. It’s disgusting because we’ve thrust ourselves into their habitats.

They “replant” what they’ve taken. Many times with the wrong types of trees for the climate. Many times without replanting happening for years on end. Many times it doesn’t happen at all.
I’m not suggesting that we can do much about our dependance on trees. That would be blissful thinking. And it’s not going to happen anytime soon. But we can be grateful. We can quietly and often, give thanks to those with no voices. We can look around our homes and thank the trees that gave their lives for our shelter. To me, “it’s just a tree” is ignorant. Because in the world I live in, they’re soulful sages of time and loving energy. They are the true time keepers of the planet. They are also becoming and endangered species.

So the next time you see a log truck hauling its sad load up the highway, send out a little prayer of thanks for those who have given their lives for the planet.

The trees.

Eagles: from hatch to fledge

I think we all would agree that there is nothing more stunning than an eagle in flight.  Their wing span alone can be a give away as to their identity. But also that beautiful white head of the adult eagles.
For the past two months, I’ve been watching a pair of bald eagles as they raise their clutch of three eaglets. I began watching shortly before the third hatched and have been hooked ever since.
Eagles mate for life. The male eagle builds a nest that takes him up to three months to complete. If he doesn’t have a mate, he will try and attract one by impressing her with his nest. If she likes what she sees, the pair will begin a life long journey together of raising young eagles. The nest I’ve been watching online is in Decorah Iowa. It weighs over 1000 pounds and is 6 foot across. The tree was chosen right next to a fish hatchery. Very handy when feeding growing young eaglets.The dynamics and love displayed by the adult eagles is not only interesting, it is a good lesson for all human families.

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This photo was taken when then eaglets were just two weeks old.  It’s a glimpse into the lives of young eaglets we rarely get to see. But here they are patiently waiting for their breakfast. I wondered as I watched them grow how a mom and dad with talons that can grip hundreds of pounds of pressure, and beaks that can do about the same could show love, and affection toward their young. But love and dedication shown these eaglets is obvious every day. Moment by moment mom and dad attend to the feeding of themselves, after they’ve fed the eaglets. An adult eagle will eat up to a pound of fish (food of choice) a day. So it’s hard to imagine how they pull it off. When they were this age, the mama eagle spent most of her time sitting on them. One: to keep them warm and two: so that predators couldn’t haul them away.  Continue reading

My Sweet Girls

E&B_a1One spring morning I was living my life as usual. I had opened my store and walked to the bakery in front of our shop for coffee. And there under the bakery were two kitties. A mama and her 6 week old baby. Someone had cruelly dumped them and they were living on their own. The excited group of locals watching these sweet two convinced me within minutes that I should take them to our kite shop and they should live there. I don’t think I’ve ever made a faster decision in my life. Within 15 minutes I was headed back to my shop with coffee and 2 young kitties.

I would find through talking with the mama the trauma she had been through. She had been dumped on the busy highway with at least 3 kittens. She was only 6 months old herself and had a huge task at hand. A man, she told me, left her and her family sitting by the busy road that runs along side our town. She decided to try and move her babies, one at a time, from one safe place to another. Once they were hidden, she hunted in order to produce milk to nurse them. Sadly, while trying to move and keep the babies safe, she was outnumbered by predators and lost two of her precious kittens. So by the time she reached town, some 1/2 mile from where she was dumped, she only had one kitten left. And she wasn’t about to let this one go. E&B_b

Moving into our shop was a tough sell. I spent most of the morning with the tiny kitten inside the store, and the mama in the bushes outside. She growled at us, hissed, and was so overwhelmed with PTSD that she was terrified of humans and what we might be doing with her kitten. I finally picked her up and gently but firmly brought her into my office where her baby was waiting. I had set up a box for them to settle into. And FINALLY mama felt safe and relieved. They slept most of that day. Mama would wake occasionally to eat some food I had put out for her. One didn’t need to be an animal communicator to feel her slowly melt into the love and warmth of my office. I had two new kids.

So by the time she reached town, some 1/2 mile from where she was dumped, she only had one kitten left.

One of our helpful locals assured me that the kitten was a male. Turns out “he” was a “she”. I will say she has interesting markings back there. But by the time I took them to the vet for a health check, I had already named them. The mama I named “Breeze” and her “son” we called “Eddy”. They knew their names, so we didn’t rename Eddy. She loves her name even though it confuses everybody else. Continue reading

Al wants a puppy Part 2

If you haven’t read the first part of Al’s story, please see Part One here.

So the plan was this: Since I didn’t have experience talking with animals in spirit at that time, Al would have to ask a potential puppy if he would agree to exchange spirits with Zeke. Then Al would relay the information to me. Awkward? Just a little. Because this meant that we’d have to take Al along on our search for the puppy. Then the 120 pound Shepherd would have to be introduced to the candidate. This wasn’t going to be so easy.

We called the local shelters, but no one had puppies. We drove the back roads of our county to the north, but no signs indicating young dogs. Nothing.

One day we decided to head south. I’m not very familiar with the towns or the rural area south of us, but Sandy, (Al’s mom) had lived there before moving to our town. She knew the back roads, little stores, and post offices. Places we thought we might find a sign. A literal sign announcing puppies.

I asked if there was a feed store in the area. I am not someone who uses a feed store, wasn’t sure what they sold there, only it had come to me that this was the place to look. And Sandy knew of one close by. I walked into the store and there on the bulletin board was the sign we’d been looking for. “Puppies – 8 weeks old – 7 males, 1 female”. I knew we’d found our place.

That night Mark, (dad of Al) called the Puppy People. Not only did they have all the males left, but one was two colored. He was black and red. Continue reading

Al wants a puppy: Part One

This is my friend Al. He and I have been walking and talking together since I first learned I had this ability. Whereas a lot of animal communicators learn as children, I was late to the party. And I had a lot of catching up to do. A veteran animal communicator Annette Betcher offered to mentor to me. This proved invaluable as I was on a speed track to learning and she would validate or correct the things I was getting. She told us that Al wanted a puppy during a conversation with him. We all thought that this was rather odd. He was a giant Shepherd mix, a no-nonsense kinda guy. And none of us could figure out why he would want a puppy. So I decided I should find out why.

It took hours of walking and talking together for me to get the story. Al didn’t always want to discuss it. Animals will typically tell or show you something once, and then they move on. Dogs live in the moment. And sometimes on our treks to the beach there were far more interesting things to smell, roll in, or talk about other than this puppy. But he never swayed from his goal. He wanted a puppy. One day I decided to try and ask in a way that he would explain to me, why it was he wanted a young dog. We all know what puppies are like, so why did this large in tact male dog want a youngster?

I was surprised and fascinated with his answer. He finally told me the story of his brother in spirit. They had traveled together in many lifetimes. He showed me the last one in which I saw a mutt who was medium sized, black and tan, with a heavy build. I saw next to him a beautiful Irish Setter. The two were riding in the back of a jeep. I could see the back of the driver’s head and he appeared to be a rancher or possibly a farmer. I didn’t recognize the landscape, but I knew it looked nothing like where we live. I thought that this was possibly in the Midwest somewhere. The two dogs were farm or ranch dogs. The Setter was beautiful, and the little bulky dog looked all muscle. I understood that they were loved by this man driving the jeep and went everywhere he did.

“That was us” Al explained. “I was the small dog and my brother in spirit was the red dog. I want a puppy because this will be the way I’m assured that he comes back to live this lifetime with me.” I was sure I hadn’t heard him right. At this point in my experience I had never seen or heard anything like this before. So I decided to run it by Annette.

She told me that Al was right. That there was a brother in spirit waiting for the right body for him to come into. I had no experience with animals in spirit then, so Annette did a lot to help bring this about. If an animal wants to return to a specific human (or in this case: dog) there is a better chance that a puppy will agree to the exchange since it has few attachments to the body its occupying. The animal in spirit negotiates a swap with the spirit of the young animal in a body. If there is an agreement, the young animal will return to spirit, and the animal in spirit will take its place in the young body. If an animal in spirit is sure that it will be born close to you, they will come in that way as well. I know this sounds a bit out there, but I’ve seen it happen many times now. The new animal will not be a clone of the animal it once was, but it will have many recognizable characteristics of the animal you knew before.

Annette spoke with Al’s brother and he too was eager to return. They had already decided that in this lifetime, Al could be the “handsome one” and his brother would be a mix. There is no doubt that Al is a beautiful dog. He takes your breath away when you see his massive size. He has a bit of a quirky personality, but is loyal and protective of those he loves. He had been the little mixed dog I had seen in the jeep and his brother in spirit had been the beautiful Irish Setter.

Annette went on to say that Al’s brother had two requests. He wanted to be two colors, (his words: “I think it would be kinda jazzy”) and that his name stay the same as his spirit name. We all have spirit names and then promptly forget them when our parents name us something they like. We remember them again when we return to spirit. So this brother in spirit wanted to be named: Zeke.

Al doesn’t live with me. He lives with my dear friends who’ve helped me on this journey. Without their support and occasional tests, I don’t think I would be the animal communicator I have come to be. So I told them the story of Al’s puppy. They already knew he wanted one but once they heard why, they agreed to get another dog. They agreed to find a dog that was two colors, and they also thought Zeke would be a good name.

The search was on for a two colored puppy named Zeke.

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“My name is Bozo”

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This is my good friend Bozo. He was a neighbor for many years, and not only does he look a lot like Bart, he has some of the same idiosyncrasies. For example, Bart insisted on drinking water out of a dripping water faucet – so does Bozo. I have never known any other cat that does this although I’m sure there are few others. We used to get calls from the city that we had a water leak, but it was simply that Bart insisted we leave a steady stream of water running for him in the bathroom. Bozo’s mom turns it on and off for him. (she has better boundaries than we did)

And Bozo was Bart’s only friend. One day I spotted the two of them sunning together at on a vacant front porch. Had Bart seen me, he would have instantly turned on Bozo and the 19 year old warrior would have tried to have a brawl with the surprised younger and stronger kitty. Bozo has a sweeter nature than Bart did. This is where they weren’t alike. In fact in the photo of him here, he’s asking me to rub his tummy- something Bart would never allow.

When I first met Bozo, I was a little put off by his name. Who names their cat Bozo? Typically we name our animal friends with a nice noble-sounding name, and then proceed to use a variety of nicknames instead. Those of us who love our animals are reduced to puddles of love when it comes to our animal friends and silly nicknames come with that connection.

So I was really surprised that this wonderful mom who is Bozo’s human would choose such an odd name for such a great cat. She’s a writer for several of our local newspapers and asked me one day if I would interested in an interview. In preparation for the article, she wanted me to talk with Bozo – get an idea of how animal communication works, and learn a bit about his thoughts.

One of her questions was: “Do you want to be called ‘Uno’ or ‘Bozo'”? His given name was Uno, and I was anxious to find out the answer to this too as I had been calling him “Zo” for over a year. I couldn’t bring myself to call him Bozo.

I was surprised by his answer. He told me that he preferred the name Bozo. He told me proudly: “I like the name Bozo. That’s my name!” It was then that I realized that *I* was the one who needed the reality check. Bozo is a cat. He has no idea of the connotations of his name. He doesn’t know who Bozo the Clown is. He’s a cat who likes the sound of his name when humans address him. He’s proud of it.

A friend of Bozo’s mom had nicknamed him. He was flattered and felt very loved by this human. It brought a special connection between them and he liked the name Bozo better and wanted all humans to call him by this name.

Right away I felt what a snob I had been. Here I was feeling all defensive for him, when in reality he loved the feel and sound of his name. And to this day, I have never called anything but the name he prefers.

It’s a good lesson for us all. Animals are wise beyond what humans realize. And they’re not judgmental. We all have spirit names too. Animals and humans. We’re rarely given that name once we’re in a body. An example though is my good friend Zeke. He asked while in spirit that when he came into a body that he retain his spirit name. We all agreed. His name fits him and he loves it.

Now I often cat-sit for Bozo when mom goes on vacation. We have a great time and I look forward to spending time with this little sage, who taught me such a huge lesson.

Simon

Meet Simon – he’s a very special kitty. This isn’t him, but he is Siamese. He lived happily in the Bayshore Animal Hospital, who is our favorite local vet. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased. But he always came in at night. He had a good life, welcomed animals that were in for treatment, comforted humans waiting for their animal friends, and was loved very much by the vets and staff at the clinic. This was home. He showed up as a kitten and had lived in the clinic his entire life.

The original clinic was a large mobile home that had been been used for years. But their successful business and the need for a larger space was becoming evident. So last summer, construction began on a new larger facility that was located right in back of the original one. Simon watched the construction with curiosity and anxiety. What was this new building? Why was it being built in his back yard? Who was going to live there?

Finally construction was complete the day came when it was time to move to the new building. Simon watched as his humans and all their things were loaded out of his home and into the new facility. It can be chaotic in moves like this, equipment, office materials, medical equipment etc. And throughout the move, Simon became more and more anxious.

Animals are very literal. Simon didn’t understand that the brand new building was going to be his home too. To him, everyone had left him. His home was vacated of all his humans and animals. Confused and scared, he packed up and left.

I was called and asked if I could locate him through my skills as an animal communicator. But lost animals are not my forte. They are difficult to work with in that they are scared, constantly on the move, and rarely sit and wait for you to find them. I talked with him and he told me he was “in his body”. Animals know when they are still in their body and when they’ve moved to spirit. So I knew he was out there. But where?

He showed me a wooded area behind the building. He told me he hunted for food and was hiding back there. He was scared and not willing to come near the new hospital. He may have seen some of his human friends from his vantage point in the woods, but he wasn’t willing to risk coming out. Meanwhile, the devastated staff were doing everything they could to find him. They put up fliers and set traps in areas they thought he be, and also a place I suggested. The result? They captured several strays who who were kindly neutered and released back into their familiar environment.

Meanwhile, the old clinic was moved to a location down the road a few blocks. It sat there, sadly broken in half. The plan was to move it back to the property and create a second building for other uses.

Simon had been missing for three months when one day I happened to be in a shop across the street from the old clinic. It looked so sad and kind of creepy broken in half up on blocks. I had visited this old place many times with my kitties and it looked sad and lonely in the rain. But I had a “hit” – Simon was there somewhere – in his home.

I called the new clinic and reported that I was fairly sure he was in there. But since that day was so stormy and there was no way to get into the mobile home sitting high on blocks, I couldn’t get in to search. Turns out the staff had thought the same thing and many had made frequent visits to the old building, calling his name, hoping he was there and would respond. Nothing.

Finally the day came to return the old mobile home/clinic to the original property. One of the vets watched as the large trucks slowly moved the building down the street in order to return it to its original spot. And what did he see? Simon. He jumped out of the building as it was being placed and scampered into the woods.

When cats have been away for as long as Simon had been, they go into “survival mode”. They don’t respond to those they once loved. They simply have the basics on their mind: find food, find shelter, and don’t approach any humans whether they know them or not. He wouldn’t come to the calls of his loved ones, but stayed hidden in the woods AND his home. No one could get him to come to them and traps still weren’t working.

But one stormy night, one of the techs was called in for a late night emergency. The rain and wind were howling and it was pitch black. She decided to try again and went to the empty mobile home sitting whole next to the new hospital, and called his name. She heard a faint “meow” and that’s when he decided to give up life on the run. That’s when he finally came out.

Skin and bones and still terrified, Simon was finally home. He was greeted with lots of love, happiness, good food, and a warm place to sleep. He came home on Christmas Eve which was the best gift of all for the staff at Bayshore.

Animals understand everything we say to them. I have clients that want me to tell their animals they love them – when this is something they can do themselves. If Simon had been shown the new facility each night as it was being built, if it had all explained to him that they were moving and so was he, this may have been avoided. But then again, animals have free will and he may not have accepted any attempts to acclimate him to his new space. He may have done exactly what he did. Run for it!

But to me, this is a perfect lesson in talking with our animals about upcoming moves. Tell them where you’re going. While you’re telling them, hold a mental “picture” of the new home in you mind. Tell them who will be coming (and who won’t). Tell them that all their toys and beds will be waiting for them when the moving day comes. Many people make the unintentional mistake of taking for granted that our animal friends will simply come along with us to a new home and after a few days – accept that this is now their new dwelling. But many animals don’t. They become afraid and think they’ll do better on their own. Or if they’ve been relocated miles away, they may even try and make the journey back to their original house.

When you are planning a move, you don’t need an animal communicator. You can explain yourself (without too much detail) what is going to happen. Always keep outdoor cats in for a minimum of 10 days (longer if you can) so that they adjust to their new surroundings. Then slowly let them out to explore their new territory. Make sure you stay with them and talk with them as they explore. After a week or so of short outings, if you feel confident that they understand that this is home – then let them roam for themselves. Cats are real home bodies. And they need to understand and feel comfortable in their new homes and surroundings.

There are many smiling and happy humans today at this wonderful Christmas “miracle”: Simon’s return. I made a phone call today, nearly three weeks later, to hear an update on Simon. I was told that he’s doing great.

And he hasn’t even tried to venture outdoors.

The real Simon:

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Swimming with the Dolphins

P1120880In 2008, I went on an adventure that turned out to be an “adventure of a lifetime.” I went to the Bahamas and swam with the dolphins on a eco-trip called Dolphin Expeditions.  It was facilitated by a teacher of mine, Penelope Smith, who has taught me many things and ways of communicating with animals. Little did I know, what happened that week would stay with me for the next three years.

I’d been drawn to swim with wild dolphins for years before I actually went. I wear a silver dolphin charm on a chain around my neck. I read about the dolphins and their special families whenever I find something new and exciting.  Before this trip, I had only “met” one dolphin who was in captivity. But the light in her eyes stayed with me. Penelope Smith, who is a world renowned animal communicator offered this journey, but I was one of two animal communicators in a group of twelve.  Two of us may have experienced animal communication before, but most everyone in the group received a special message from the dolphins.

And when I returned home, the first question everyone asked me was “what did the dolphins say to you?” Well, they didn’t really say anything. The experience of being in the water with them was so overwhelming that there was no chit-chat. I was in their world and they gave me plenty.

It’s funny to me when people tell me, (the one who was there) that “dolphins are aggressive and dangerous”. Because my experience was exactly the opposite. I have never been surrounded by so much love in my life.P1120818 The dolphins I encountered were curious as to who we were But there was never any fear. I was “checked out” carefully by several dolphins and felt and heard their “clicking” sounds as they swam around me. I felt a surge of light pass right through me – a small electric current. We were urged to swim with our arms at our sides, using only our fins to guide us through the water. The more still and “open” we were, the more the dolphins were likely to come to us. And it worked. Only sometimes one of the group would squeal with delight. Human and dolphin alike. It was over-the-top, amazing. The crew was even thrilled to encounter the dolphins and this is what they do for weeks all year long.

I’m not very good at guarding myself from intense energy.  I am very open and don’t always protect myself from the emotions and feelings of others. We all have energy that we emit and receive. Animals and humans. Some of us are more aware of it than others. I don’t do well in large crowds and it’s been theorized that since I’m psychic I pick up on all the energy flying around me: anxiety, stress, joy, fear, happiness, love – the list is endless. You can find all of these in any given group in any given place. I take it all in and don’t sort it out very well, but I’m learning. It has enabled me to learn and experience amazing things – like the dolphins. And it’s made me nuts – like shopping just before a holiday in a grocery store. I feel it all. Living in a rural area helps me to cope with the scant humans around me. I do much better with animals. And I did really well with dolphins.

We stayed 4 nights on the boat. We woke to the light blue waters of the ocean and swam in the water just after breakfast. We swam almost everyday with the dolphins and the experience changed me. Not one day has passed since then that I don’t find myself, eyes closed, remembering their special love and message. It wasn’t a verbal message, but a “knowing” that anyone who has swam with wild dolphins will identify with. They are definitely from another place than humans. They embody the love we all strive for. And their light is blinding.

And this may be the year I return. I can feel it. I want to go back on the same boat and visit the same dolphin family I met three years ago. And I want to go with the friend I met on the boat. We met the first day and never stopped talking about our experience. We talk a few times a week by phone now since we’re separated by a few thousand miles. I am smiling as I write this because I am almost sure that this is the year we will meet again and in our favorite place. I have a feeling the dolphins we met will remember us. Each night as I fall into sleep, I call them to me and say good night. And each night I dream of being back with them again.

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photos from: Dolphin Expeditions copyright 2008