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Moments of Magnificence—Febuary 2009
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Talking to the Animals
It was during the summer of 1995 when I first realized that I could
hear the voices of animals speaking to me. It began with my black lab,
Shakti, on a beautiful day in July.
I had always been intuitive, even when I was very young and living
in Chicago. My parents took all the kids to the park almost every weekend
in the summer, and I simply loved the trees, plants, birds, and small
critters scurrying about. The animals and trees seemed to live their
lives to the fullest. They had a culture of their own, and I was a visitor
in their home when I was at the park. I often pretended that I was having
“conversations” with the trees and birds. They would tell me stories
about their lives, and I would listen. It was a sort of silent communing.
I watched nature and listened with my ears and heart. It was many years
later that I realized my conversations with nature were not just a make-believe
game, but the start of an actual ability to hear and understand animals.
Living in North Carolina in 1995, I was sitting in my living room writing
in my journal. I was home alone with Shakti, and she was about a year
old at the time. She was always a highly energetic puppy, and required
a great deal of time and attention. I was engrossed in my writing but
could feel Shakti nudging my elbow and apparently, trying to get my
attention for several minutes. Then suddenly I heard a little girl’s
high pitched voice boldly state, “I’m hungry!” My head jerked up. Who
had spoken? Was that voice in my own head? As I was pondering the source
of the voice, Shakti appeared in front of me with an insistent look
on her face. It was then I realized she had “spoken” the words telepathically
and I definitely heard them with my intuitive mind. She told me she
was hungry. I immediately got up and fed her, realizing I had missed
her morning meal. She gobbled up the food. I was in awe of what she
had done, and that it was even possible for an animal to speak to a
human that way. It was a life-changing moment for me.
After I learned that I could communicate with Shakti, I opened my heart
to hearing more. Over the years, I began to receive calls from friends
who needed help understanding their pets, and I was honored to assist.
It has become easy to hear the wisdom of nature and animals, and I find
that our pets and all living things are eager to be heard.
Here, I will share a couple of my most cherished moments “talking to
the animals.”
Mr. Pug
I met Mr. Pug when his owners contacted me to say they heard about
my abilities with animals. Their three-year old pug had taken ill and
despite a battery of tests, the vet could find nothing wrong with him.
He was one of two pugs living with the couple, and the other pug was
doing fine.
When I arrived at their home, I immediately felt the warmth and hospitality
of the couple. Clearly, there was peace and love in the home, and I
could see the dogs were adored. But despite the sincere love showered
on Mr. Pug, he lay on the living room floor in the dark, legs stretched
out stiffly. Although he tried, he could barely wag his tail or lift
his head to greet me.
I spoke to the couple for a few minutes, and then asked them to allow
me some time alone with Mr. Pug. Following my normal procedure, I sat
very close to Mr. Pug and devoted all of my attention to him. I touched
his side lightly, prayed for guidance, and opened my mind the way I
do in meditation. To create a sacred space, I toned lightly for a few
moments. Then I listened to Mr. Pug. Because he was so ill, he did not
immediately communicate the way most dogs do. But after about thirty
minutes, Mr. Pug looked into my eyes and forced out a snort. I was taken
aback for a moment, but I knew he was speaking to me. He snorted again,
and then I heard him say, “I can’t breath.” I was surprised by this.
Surely he would have shown a sign of being unable to breathe. Most certainly
the vet or the owners would have noticed. Yet, I could not deny what
he had told me, “I can’t breathe.”
I lie down and put my face close to Mr. Pug’s, until his breath lightly
touched my cheek. It seemed like I listened a long time before a picture
flashed in my mind. I saw Mr. Pug digging in the dirt with his nose.
I felt compelled to examine Mr. Pug’s nostrils, and when I did, I could
see that there was something impacted inside. Mr. Pug’s nose was filled
with dirt. I alerted his owners, and together we cleaned out his nose
to the best of our ability. No wonder he couldn’t breathe! I then told
Mr. Pug telepathically that his digging in the dirt had caused the problem,
and that he was likely allergic to something in the soil. I find that
animals usually comprehend the things we tell them.
I have always been impressed by the fact that something so simple was
causing such a great strain on the dog. Although the doctors could not
diagnose his problem, Mr. Pug knew exactly what was wrong with him,
and was able to communicate it to me.
Lucky
I met Lucky and his owner, Ann at a meeting I attended one evening
in Encinitas, California. Lucky is a sweet, friendly poodle-mix, and
his owner, Ann is a wonderful, vibrant and charming girl from South
Africa.
Although the meeting was business-oriented, Ann brought Lucky along,
and no one seemed to mind. He behaved very well, and sat near Ann throughout
the evening. As I was conversing with Ann, I mentioned that I am an
intuitive animal communicator. Ann immediately said, “Well, can you
read Lucky for me? Does he have anything to tell me?”
I took a few moments to focus on Lucky and open my mind to hear him.
His comment was clear and direct. He indicated a man sitting on the
couch during the meeting who was a stranger to me, and said, “Why can’t
he move in with us?” For a moment, I was embarrassed. I thought I had
read Lucky wrong. Why would he say such a thing about a complete stranger?
I didn’t take enough time. I didn’t follow my normal protocol. But,
Ann wanted to hear what Lucky said, just the same. Even though I was
hesitant to say it, I told Ann what I had heard. She immediately broke
out in joyful laughter. Hearing her laughter, the “stranger” sitting
on the couch came over to us and took Ann’s hand. So they weren’t strangers
after all! Lucky knew it, and he wanted the man to move in with him
and Ann.
After that day, Ann sent me numerous new clients. She was so ticked
by Lucky’s comment; she was sharing it with everyone. Even though Ann
and her friend did not move in together, Lucky’s desire was important
to hear. Ann shared with me that she and her husband had recently broken
up. Custody of Lucky was shared between them, and Lucky was somewhat
depressed since the separation. Lucky, like a child, wanted his life
back the way it was, with two parents living together. Ann and I explained
the situation to Lucky, and his demeanor improved.
Father Grasshopper
I am sharing this final story because it was my first encounter listening
to a grasshopper. It happened on a walking trail as I was out for a
stroll with my friend, Jennifer. Although Jennifer was open to my ability
to communicate with dogs, she never took it seriously until the day
we met grandfather grasshopper.
Jennifer was going through some difficult life transitions. She had
divorced, and was challenged to make the mortgage payments on her large
home. The house was going into foreclosure, and Jennifer had to make
some tough decisions about her future. As we were walking on the trail,
a grasshopper jumped on our path and stopped. Rather than step over
him and continue walking, both Jennifer and I were compelled to pause
and notice him. I bent down to see his face closely. His “antennas’
were dancing as he proudly gazed back at me. I got a strong feeling
that the grasshopper had wisdom to share with us. As I listened to him,
I understood that his message was for Jennifer. I stood up and told
Jennifer that the grasshopper had appeared on our path to bring her
a message. Although Jennifer was skeptical about animal communication,
she knelt down to the level of the grasshopper in order to listen. My
heart smiled as I watched.
In a few moments, Jennifer shared the grasshopper’s message. She felt
he came to tell her that everything would be alright, and that she was
on the right path for her future. In retrospect, I think talking with
grandfather grasshopper that day brought us many blessings. I learned
the insight of the grasshopper, and Jennifer opened her mind to new
possibilities for her future, and her conscious awareness of all of
life around her. One of the greatest gifts we can ever give or receive
is compassion. I am humbled by the love shown to Jennifer and me through
the compassion of a creature as small as a grasshopper.
Note: If you would like to share a moment of magnificence with the
author of this column, please write to Karenadbailey@gmail.com.
by K. Bailey
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