Please, Don’t shoot the messenger.

I attended my first animal communication course given by a famous animal communicator. She offered a beginner’s course in Oregon and although it was a long drive, I opted to go. I needed to find out whether or not I was hearing messages from the animals around me.

Our last session of the two day course was held on a farm and we were told as our final test to go out and have a conversation with one of the animals for about five minutes. The woman who taught the class is very good and held in very high esteem in the animal communication community. She walked through the farm as each of us talked with our chosen animal. She could tell if we were truly talking with them, or “projecting” – a term often used when you create what you think the animal is saying, and not what is truly being said.

We all gathered back around a circle and were asked to relay our experiences with the animal we had talked to. I was a bit shy about repeating my conversation but finally spoke up and told the class that I had talked to a horse who enjoyed having a good poop. No words of wisdom, no message from the Universe, just that he liked relieving his gut.

Our teacher was quiet for a moment and then said to me “You are a natural at this. You don’t even have to try.” I was really quite surprised as I came to realize that all conversations held prior to this class, had actually happened. I had come for an answer to my question  and took me on the path I’m on today.

Upon hearing validation from one of the best, I practiced for the next 4 years. I worked with another highly respected animal communicator as my mentor.  I asked friends, and friends of friends to let me practice on their animals. I worked hard but didn’t always come back with the correct answers. My mentor (who doesn’t take students) was hard on me, and taught me great tools so that I could go on to be a professional.

Animals communicate with me in any way they think they can best get their message across. They use words, feelings in my body, and “movies.” The movies are scenes from the animal’s life that race by very fast. All this can happen at once and deciphering the message is tough sometimes, but even if I don’t understand it, the human typically does. And now, many animals later, I have a good idea of what I’m getting, and have had high praise for my messages.

I decided that working with animals in spirit was the thing for me. I love speaking with the animals in this form because their messages can be lovely.  They come and say what they have to say to their human, and if I had to describe it, I would say it’s animal communication in its purest form.

I am very sensitive to the humans who have lost their animal. The last thing I want to do is upset them more by delivering a message that is off or untrue. But if someone is having an animal communicator experience for the first time, they may become confused by the message.

And what to do if it doesn’t ring true? What if the message is misunderstood by the human and they become more upset? That situation makes me feel very badly. The last thing I want to do is to make a hard situation even harder. I think humans should  understand: they are having me talk with a spirit. Their beloved animal companion has taken different form and may deliver a very different message. Some have very “earthly” messages, for example “I miss our walks together.” But other spirits who are more evolved might say “It’s about love and acceptance, and I will return to you soon in another form.”

And do I still “miss”? Of course I do. Not often, but occasionally, since I’m human after all, I miss the message or talk to the wrong animal. But I’ve learned to recognize when I miss and am willing work with the client until we figure out what may have gone wrong.

This isn’t an exact science. I try, through this blog and my website to teach humans what to expect when they have me, or any animal communicator talk with their animal. They may not get the answers they wanted, but they are getting a message that is truly and simply: just for them.

The one thing my mentor always told me was “if the animal said it? Then that’s what the animal said.” And she’s right. Second guessing or trying to ask again from another angle is simply projecting what the human wants to hear. I don’t work that way because it doesn’t work.

So if you think you’ve had a bad experience with a pet psychic or animal communicator, please don’t shoot the messenger. Sit with your answers for a few days, weeks, or even months. I believe that eventually you’ll find that the message you received is just for you.

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My Guide in the Heavens

Three years ago today I stood by his side, stroking him gently, tears streaming down my face, as my cat Bart flew to spirit. He was 19, had lived a great life, and sadly the time was right to say good-bye.  His body simply broke down. At that moment, I was not the animal communicator, I was the human having to face the hard task so many of my clients have faced. There was no last message, I didn’t feel him leave because I was numb. There were three others in the room, my vet, her assistant, and my good friend. They all talked to Bart as he left, but all I could do was stroke his fur gently for the final time.

A lot has happened since he changed. He is now the greeter for my animal friends and the animal friend’s of clients who cross over. He greets them and helps them re-acclimate to their spirit bodies. His job is not only an important one, it’s comforting to those left here.

I suppose that sounds weird. But the transition into spirit is confusing at first. Knowing he’s right here when I need him is nice for me, and my clients who know their animal friend will be greeted by this kind and wise soul.  When he first transitioned,  I was so lost I didn’t know if I could continue my work without him. He’s the one who taught me I had the gift and ability to talk with animals, both here and on the other side. This process totally changed my life. And today, 3 years later, he’s my “guide-in-fur” and I know he hasn’t really left me at all, it’s just very different.

The spring after he crossed I came up with an idea that I have found is very healing for anyone who has lost an animal or human loved one. I created a garden in his memory. I asked friends and neighbors who knew him if they would contribute and the result was a wild hodge-podge of color. The garden blossomed and grew all over my deck.

Each morning I would step outside to tend and watch it grow. I created a beautiful garden of life for him. It cheered me and I’ve continued to plant in his memory every spring, and now add a flower for animals I’ve worked with (Bart’s idea) to grow life in their memory. Clients ask for photos and I point out the flower that is blossoming just for their animal friend.

The little angel in the photo was in the yard of an empty home across the street. In his last summer, I would hunt and find Bart, (no longer able to defend himself) asleep on the lawn, in the sun. The yard was surrounded by over growth due to neglect of the yard. This little angel watched over and protected him as he rested in the warm sun. He loved being outdoors. And when the house sold I recruited the angel for my garden.

On this third anniversary I realize how much he has taught me from his vantage point. He’s busy with other tasks he hasn’t shared with me, but is always here when I need him. I miss him very much although I talk with him daily. Someday he’ll choose a new body and return to me. I don’t long for that day because everything is unfolding exactly as it should.

But the part that always leaves me a little empty is: you can’t cuddle with energy.

Bart

Miss you buddy. Hope you’ll be home soon.

Love, Mom

Miss Maddie made it Easy

Awhile back I worked with this lovely lady. Her name is Miss Maddie. She was a healer who traveled the quiet neighborhood in the midsection of our small community. She lived with many humans and went by many names. Loved by all who knew her, this healer masked herself as a feline. She lived for a year or two with one human, and then would move on to the next soul who was in need of her gentle healing.

Her last human called me when Miss Maddie was working her way through her final days. She had questions on Maddie’s wishes and true condition.  She had adopted her last person who made a promise to her. She would help her live out her life and then help her to spirit. Miss Maddie was 15 when I met her. She had a tumor in her belly that was bigger than she was. It was hard at first to see what this tumor had done to this tiny elderly frame. But the love that she radiated told me her heart was bigger than any tumor could ever become.

I was with Miss Maddie and her human the day she went to spirit. We needed a vet’s help and it’s not something I typically do with clients. But in this case I made an exception. I don’t regret a moment of that very hard day. I asked Bart ahead of time to please keep his heart ready to receive Miss Maddie when she arrived at her destination – the place where her spirit would live on in the heavens.  Bart received her as my client and I shared tears and a day we won’t forget. Miss Maddie had had a great life and was now watching over all from her new home in spirit.

Maddie made sure her human and I cemented a friendship before she left. And soon after, my new friend adopted two kittens. One is red. Red kitties as I’ve talked about before are very special spiritual cats. They are like little mysterious messengers from Spirit that live among us.  I had my eye on Stella from the beginning. For now though she’s a kitten who’s legs and body don’t quite co-ordinate. She’s exploring all this new body and life have to offer. She’s a “hunter-wannabe” and a great companion for her new mom and brother who is part 2 of the package adopted by my friend.

Her brother Easy is jet-black. A male kitten dipped in ink except for his yellow-green eyes. He’s more shy than his sister and lives to eat. He’s going to be one big black boy. He’s also changing  in a way that I hadn’t been ready for.

Shortly after my friend adopted her kitty kids, she went to visit her human kids. So she asked if I would take a shift feeding the two little eating and growing machines at her home. I agreed. On the first night I was watching them play and I glanced at a beautiful photo of Miss Maddie that hangs on the wall. Since I work with animal’s photos I often get messages when I’m not expecting it.

As I looked at the photo, Maddie told me she would watch over the kids so that they would stay out of trouble and then said in a matter-of-fact way that she and Easy had been in negotiations.  She was going to trade spirits with this kitty and assume his body. I was surprised. She was coming back rather quickly and this time as a male. But Maddie has always had her own agenda.

The rest of the week was fascinating as I watched what had been a shy male kitten, become a cat I had known in a different body. He spent a lot of his time eating, but he also visibly changed. Slowly he began to take on the traits of Maddie. Whenever I would arrive to feed them – he’d greet me at the door while Stella was busy hanging from a curtain rod. It was like he knew how to behave, and he knew me.  He was enjoying the young strong body and I started to think I was making it all up. That is until the neighbor stopped by.

My friend’s neighbor dropped in to chat and see the kitties one afternoon. She too is an animal lover and told me how much she was enjoying the kittens. She described some great kitten moments of Stella’s and then said “And Easy really reminds me of Miss Maddie!” I was a little taken aback. I had told no one what Maddie had told me. And this was coming from someone who knew Maddie, was watching  the kittens at play in the daytime outside, and had come to this on her own.

My friend has been back from vacation for over a month now. She is sure that Easy is Maddie, or rather Maddie is Easy. Whatever. I have seen this many times after the transition is complete, but never watched it from the beginning and followed the progress. He’s an amazing cat. And I’m sure he’s going to carry on the work that Maddie came here to do. I’m fairly certain he’ll stay with his sister and my friend. He loves them both very much.

And it should be interesting and fun to watch as Maddie/Easy performs his magic.

Angels

Until a story was published about me in a local paper a few years ago, Norma had no idea animal communication was possible. But she and her husband Ed contacted me so that I could talk with their dog Hannah. This is her pictured on the right. She had some health problems, she was blind with cataracts and had bad infections in her ears. Ed and Norma wanted assurance that she wasn’t in pain. This beautiful girl with the sweet smile was not in pain, though the daily medication treatments stung her ears a bit.

They took her to a vet that told them that a surgery was possible, but risky for a dog Hannah’s age. Also it couldn’t be done in our area and Hannah would be in pain after the surgery. It was a very tough decision and a hard call for anyone to make. But Hannah had lived a good long life so Ed and Norma did what was best for Hannah. Rather than put her through the ordeal of a painful surgery to help, but not cure her ear problems, they chose to send Hannah to spirit. It was the best choice for Hannah.

Not only were Ed and Norma heartbroken, but Buddy their other Cocker and Hannah’s soul mate was devastated too. He told me he’d rather be in spirit with Hannah, he was so grief stricken. In their last few years together, Buddy had helped Hannah navigate their world. She had such trouble seeing because of her bad vision, that Buddy had been her, well, seeing eye dog. He missed her very much and wanted to be with her. This is not unusual. I’ve seen healthy animals either have accidents or die suddenly when their mate goes to spirit.

So shortly after Hannah left them, Ed and Norma went to the shelter and adopted Bugsy.  He was a Boston Terrier who was in the same place they were. He had lost his human and was awaiting adoption by a new family. Bugsy had some health issues of his own because he too was an “elder dog”.  He had cataracts that really distorted his vision.  Bugsy literally had no future until Ed and Norma found him.

Gradually, everyone worked through their grief and got to know each other. It took some time, but Buddy and Bugsy began to really have a good time together. Buddy told me they were “a couple of old guys kickn’ around” – a line that has always made me laugh. Both “old guys” had arthritis in their hips, so Norma and Ed took them to the beach daily for a walk. And Bugsy was just what this family needed. I suggested a good supplement for the boys and their hips got stronger. Today they are very good friends. Bugsy has a loving home again, Buddy has a friend to knock around with, and Ed and Norma’s family is once again complete.

Buddy has not forgotten Hannah, nor has anyone in this family.  I often wonder if Hannah was the catalysis who “urged” Ed and Norma to go to the shelter that day and find this wonderful guy. Bugsy told me he helped to heal his human that is now in spirit and now he’s helping to heal the hearts of this family. I think he’s done his job and earned his new life.

This is a story that is special to me.  Hannah will always hold a special place in my heart. She was so kind and loving and never even let on to me if she was in pain. In fact I don’t believe she suffered at all. For one, animals don’t feel pain as humans think they do and two, well, Hannah really is one-of-a-kind. But then, so are Ed and Norma.

As for the old guys? They’re still enjoying daily walks on the beach that I know keep them younger and younger. These two are pretty great guys themselves.  And they have their angel Hannah watching over them as they enjoy a second life together. Both of these dogs had decided this was the end of the line for them. But this new found friendship has changed everything. And it’s keeping everybody young.

I titled this post “Angels”  because I believe that everyone, human and canine are all angels.

Anniversaries

BartWe all remember days that are important in our lives. Our birthdays for example are a time of festivity.  The day we get married is another milestone and the day our children are born. All of these are important to everyone and most women anyway I know remember these dates.

We also tend to remember sad anniversaries. The death of our parents, the day our divorces are final and for a lot of us, the day we lost a very important spirit that was close to us – our animal friends. This is that day for me, this the the second anniversary of the day we lost Bart.  Rather than go into the whole detail of his life and passing, I will let you read the short biography on my website, here.

I recently worked with a client who was really hurting from the loss of her dear animal friend. He has been gone much longer than Bart and she doesn’t have the ability I do to have Bart’s wisdom still passed onto me.

So yesterday I got in the pool.  When I am in the water, I am more able to freely hear animals here and in spirit.  I  heard Bart’s words coming through loud and clear. He told me that “heaven is not off in the clouds, but right here next to us.” In other words, our animal friends are not long gone and far away, but literally gathered around us when we need them and helping us to get through the same things they did when they were in body. Also Bart reminded me that there is no time where he is.  He doesn’t observe this day the way I do – anymore. I think at the time he was very grateful to be leaving his body. But now he has a new “life” so to speak in death. He is working with animals that arrive, he is finding animals for me to talk with that stood by the sides of my clients, and he has his own lessons he’s learning.

I will have some sadness today, I won’t lie. But I also want to celebrate a cat that walked into my life and totally changed it for the most part. I’m still the “me” I always was, but I’m also now well aware of a gift that was lurking inside for the majority of my life. When this cat helped to bring that out, that is when life got very fulfilling.

Who could be sad at something like that?