Dying to Live

A woman wondered if Dobie, her dog, was sick and wanted to die because for
weeks he seemed fatigued and depressed.

In a session on the phone with the woman, I got that Dobie was saying, yes, he was sick and tired, and that he was dying because death was looking like a more lively prospect to him than having to continue surviving the depression of his other guardian.

After listening to Dobie rant, my client then told her husband who dearly loved Dobie, what Dobie had told her: that he needs to snap out of his negative self-talk, lighten up, and find joy in living if he wants Dobie to live.

Happily for all involved, he did.

Animals: Masters of the Art of Letting Go

In response to my January 3rd post, a reader emailed me to ask if the blood disease in the cat was treatable. I emailed her back to say that since my posting, the cat had new test results showing that the disease was losing power.

Through vet-medication, plus a discussion with the cat where she was allowed to vent her frustration regarding her guardian as well as express her love for her, and the fact that her guardian followed through with the cat’s wishes, healing happened:

The cat, satisfied in having been heard, was able to move on
toward a quick and complete recovery.

What can we learn from this particular cat including other animals?

Express our feelings, get unpleasantness off our chests and out of our bodies, and – use our inborn animal intelligence to let go of negative mindsets that cause ‘dis-ease’, and then – move on.

Even vets agree that non-human animals heal much faster than we do.
After all, animals are masters of the art of letting go.

An art, our species is at last, beginning to practice. Hopefully, the quick recovery of my client’s cat will inspire my client to let go, and heal.

Which Came First…

Yet more proof that stress in our bodies is usually reflected in the
bodies of our beloved pets as well, and, apparently vice versa.

Zorro, a dog, was limping on his right leg. During a healing session
by phone, I got that the limp was due to stress lodged in between his
shoulder blades and was radiating pain up into his neck.

His guardian told me she was sore in the same place in her body as
her pet was in his.

After fifteen minutes of long-distance energy work on Zorro, not only
did he show signs of feeling better, but, my client said the crick in her neck
neck and between her shoulder blades disappeared.

The next day, the dog’s limp was gone.

Windows to Your Soul

A client/friend of mine just told me that her animal was vet-tested
and found to have the same rare blood disease that she has.
Interesting.

But, not at all surprising when you think about it.

Don’t Be So ‘Eerie-ous’

“You love how I lighten you up with my silliness but, did you
ever think that it takes a very wise being to know that the
innocence of joy is all there is?”

– One Wise, Silly Cat

A ‘Born-Again’ Kitty

During a phone session last night, my client’s very recently deceased kitty said that he would come back to her as a kitten who would look like a Siamese-Tabbie mix.

When my client asked how she would be able to know if a cat was him, the  kitty replied that the strength of her desire would pull his spirit into the kitty she would irresistibly be drawn to.

Reality happens when fueled by the passion of desire and belief.

Regret About Lacking Compassion for Two Animals.

Sarah Palin, John McCain. How frightened they are, more so than most
human animals.

Fear rages rampant in their ignorance, in their frozen expressions, in their
brazen arrogance, in their desperate duplicity; all shouts for approval that
before now, fell on my deaf heart.

But, as much as these two warrant a larger stretch of compassion from us,
we cannot fall prey to letting them lure us into the final demise of all that
is pristine and beautiful about our Mother Earth – anymore than we can
allow suicide bombers free rein because they murder for the love of god.

Like-Hearted Animals

A horse’s heart –any mammal’s heart – resonates in energetic frequency with the human heart. I know not because scientific research finally realizes this, but from my own experience with animals, two of which were horses.

Several years ago, a client asked me to give a Reiki-Polarity treatment to her miniature horse who suffered from chronic shoulder pain. My treatment was something similar to laying on of hands combined with acupuncture without needles.

I went over to the stables where my client escorted me to a stall with little Sarah standing quietly with her head drooping. I bent down next to her, and ever so lightly touched her chest with one hand while touching my heart with the other. I felt energetically a heart-to-heart connection was instantly established.

That humble little horse was the most powerful container of compassion I have ever encountered in humans, or any other animal to this day. My lungs where too small to breathe in the power of love in little Sarah’s heart. Who would ever have guessed her strength by just looking at her?

Another client asked me to do a long-distance healing by phone for her gelding who was depressed and walked with a limp. Within ten minutes of the phone session, both my client and I felt her horse miles away in his stable breathe a deep sigh of relief. We felt his sigh in our own bodies.

The next day, my client told me her horse was strutting around the corral with his head held high and shaking his mane like he was the hottest thing since the birth of the sun. What an inspiration he is for people who use so much precious time to feel bad when there is so much joy around to breathe in.

So much to experience in one heart-beat of a horse.

Caged-in Canine

A client called me for a phone session about her newly adopted canine friend
who spent the first few years of his life in a cage at a puppy mill, and was later
released to serve time in prison at a women’s detention facility.

My client was concerned that there might be emotional scars lingering in
her pet’s psyche, though he seemed content.

Her dog gave us both a surprise: The canine said that living in a cage was all he
knew, and so he never felt that he was missing out on anything.

I wonder what we’re missing.

She’s not begging. She’s hoping.

Her big brown eyes fix on the journey of the stainless steel silver spoon
scooping out a chunk of creamy iced chocolate Soy Dream from its container. They ‘drool’ as the spoon travels back through space where it makes its drop into the mouth of a long dark tunnel leading down to cool my stomach and lighten my soul.
Her eyes then shift to eye my own eyes now reflecting revelry.

“Your dog is begging”, says Rick observing her big brown eyes.

“No, she is not. She’s hoping.”

Amazing how we imprison our pets in a place of helpless dependency,
then insult them further by calling them beggars.