Dr Doolittle at your service

Several years ago, maybe six, (it was shortly after sept 11th) I took an intensive class on animal communication. (Think Sonya Fitzpatrick, the pet psychic, but I don’t think it is a psychic thing, whatever that means). Okay so there were maybe 10 to 15 other people in this class and each and every one of us was leveled by the results we were getting as the hours progressed. Through a series of meditations, and imaginative self explorations and other exercises, information started to surface that was dropping all of our jaws to the floor.

One of the best hot seat activities that we each participated in happened on the second day of class. We were instructed to bring a photograph of our furry, or feathery, or scaly, family members. The animal’s eyes needed to be straight on in the photo, but it could’ve been a living, or departed friend. That didn’t matter.

So we paired up with people we didn’t know, swapped photos with one another, gave minor details of what we were hoping to find out, and then went into deep focus. Some of the things we were supposed to ask the animals were, “What is your favorite food? What is your favorite toy? What would you like your human to know about you that they don’t seem to get just yet?” We didn’t discuss anything about our companions with each other before this exercise unless there was an issue; and even then it was shared in the form of a question. For example, “Will you ask Roger why he hunkers down and shakes when ever I come home from work? And maybe find out what I can do to help him with his fear?”

As soon as we started sharing what we received, people were balling, because so many of us were nailing things right to the wall. Each person communicating with the animal in the photo would come up with such bizarre and ridiculous answers(this was all going on in the privacy of our own minds). So crazy were some of these responses that almost everyone at the time they were doing it was thinking, “Oh God that can’t be right. I don’t know how to do this right. That is totally not the correct answer.” For example, my partner got a picture of a lady’s dog, and when she asked what his favorite food was, she heard, “Beans!” In fact nothing else in her meditation seemed to come through very clearly except for the word “Beans!” Crazy wrong, right? Nope, the lady upon hearing this was awe stricken and said, “We have never given him beans before, but we did make some for dinner last night and that is the only time he has ever counter surfed in his life!” Bingo!

For my own experience, I was given a photo from a lady who had a large Labrador, and I don’t totally remember the issue she was trying to resolve, but I think it had something to do with the dog being too passive. I can’t really remember because each time I tried to connect with this dog in the photo I would close my eyes and a little Pomeranian would be jumping up at my face, barking, yipping, barking, jumping, jumping, yipping. So I shook it off, realized I wasn’t really focusing properly, (that pesky imagination) and tried again. Over and over I kept imagining this little Pomeranian. I felt horrible! Every one else in the group started sharing their experiences, and were all so dead on! And here’ s me, little miss spirituality. Always seeking the next level of awareness, but coming up with a big fat failure.

So finally it was my turn to share what I got. Apologetically and hugely disappointedly, I told the woman about the Pomeranian I kept seeing. I just couldn’t focus for some reason. She coolly, glared at me, barely showing any expression at all and said, “That was my father’s dog when I was a little kid.” She didn’t say anything else for a while, and the instructor was putting her two cents in about not judging the messages, then the lady muttered “I hated that dog.” Ha ha ha ha! Animals are so cool! Even from the grave the little dog figured out how to get to her.

As for what people had to tell me about my own, the lady who focused on Bacchus, the kitty in the photo below, told us that he would appreciate it if we would see him as more than just a pretty face. He told her that he is very smart and we only seem to acknowledge how pretty he is. Dead on! Now I consult with him on important issues, sometimes philosophical. He loves it. He is very smart.

The other kitty we brought a picture of had recently passed (six years ago), and the information we got from him was, well, heart breaking for my partner. I don’t really remember exactly what he said. I think he was still angry. Oh yeah, now I remember, he was sickly his whole adult life because when he was a kitten he secretly ate a string off of a string roast that his “grandma” had prepared, and that is why he had all kinds of digestive issues his whole short life. He was still angry about that. Not what I would ever expect from someone who had died, but Gilbert was a pensive little guy.  We actually had to give him antidepressants at one point in his life.

Anyway that was enough for me. But it didn’t stop there. Over the years we’ve had so much dramatic evidence that what was happening was real and clear information coming through. We helped my partner’s sister with her pushy orange tabby Francis. He kept waking her up at 4am every day howling for food, getting louder and louder the longer she ignored him. It was starting to become a nuisance to say the least. Well, my partner took it on and the two of them came up with a great compromise. If Francis would let his human sleep until the alarm went off every day, she would promptly feed him soft food for breakfast instead of his special diet dry food. The very next morning he let her sleep, and for the rest of his life, with the rare occasional exception here and there, she never had a problem with Francis like that again.

I could fill pages with stories like this. Maybe I will in future posts, but for now, the word is out. I’m the crazy lady you sometimes see talking to her dog on walks as if I was talking to my child or something. (He is my child!) Wave next time you see us!