May 20, 2010
I dedicate my life to spreading the message of animal consciousness. I believe that any human can benefit from clear communication, whether it is with our own species or with the animals we share our planet with.
I feel that when we are given a gift (like animal communication) we have a responsibility to make the world a better place. I write, I make videos, I go on radio, and I see private clients. Often I think I don’t have much of a life outside of work. But it seems that business and pleasure mix. I do love my work.
Yesterday afternoon, I heard some bad news. A venture I was going after was not going to happen just yet and another project I have been working on made me discouraged and unsatisfied. I got frustrated. I even cried. That evening, I drove to the mountain with my dogs and pleaded to my higher power, “What do you want of me? You give me this gift and then things don’t happen. I am tired. What do you want me to do? I work hard. Why isn’t it paying off?”
Then I remembered that every day I either hear or read words to the effect of, “Thank you, you are amazing, gifted, blessed, an angel.” Sounds good, doesn’t it? On the very same day I can also very easily read, “You are a crazy person, a liar or schizophrenic, delusional.” Once I even read, “You’re a slithering snake tongue.”
Yesterday, I felt like my life was on a sailboat on a windy day and somehow I got stuck, frozen, with my sails locked, unable to catch the breeze. I worked so hard to set myself free. I forced myself to look at the day again and I remembered that earlier, when I was on the phone and driving to a client’s house, a phone number from out of the country kept ringing in. I could not pick up because I was already on the phone and did I not have the time.
All of sudden my car started beeping and the tire-pressure gauge came on, saying my left rear driver’s-side tire only had 13 psi. I got off the phone, car beeping incessantly, orange lights flashing on the dash, and pulled off the freeway and into a gas station. I got out of the car. Tire didn’t look flat. I manually checked the tire. 40 psi. I checked all the tires. All fine.
As soon as I got back on the freeway, warning lights still flashing but no beeping, my phone rang again with the out-of-country number. “There is a reason,” I thought. “I’ve got to get this.” It was a couple from England. They were in the veterinary office, crying, and trying to get the strength to help their kitty go. I had received a picture via email of their cat a few days earlier. I remembered him because he was unique looking, long, blonde, delicate, and wise. Through tears, his people talked about not being able to do it. “Is he in pain?” I asked.