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Bandit,
a racoon that demands eggs straight from the
hen house; a partnership enacted between a Thoroughbred and a
Papillon—everyday events in the life of an animal communicator.
Animals that astounded vets with their rapid recovery. Two dogs that identified their problems when the vet could no longer help. The horse that had low self esteem and the one that thinks in german. All these are just some of the things you experience when healing and talking to animals. |
| Bingo
came to stay for Christmas. We had never had a guinea pig to care for
before. How much do you feed them and what do they like to eat? No
problems with
Bingo: "Take out that carrot it's far too much.", "I'd like some
apple."
and one day, as I scanned the marvellous vegetables on display in the
market,
Bingo's voice was in my head, "I'd like some of those endives, please." Walking down the street one day in Vienna, two french bulldogs came scurrying towards me. "Grias di!" I heard from each as they ran by. "Grias di!" said the lady who owned them. All three had wished me "Good Morning" in austrian dialect. Pets often use the same words as their owner. Guerrero is an Andalusian stallion that I am fortunate to work with. He often tells me he is a lovely boy, so too does Diana his owner. Jet Black says he is special, so does Tina, Jet's 'best friend'. Angie called her arab a woolly bear, Hadj went one step further and asked me for honey! Oscar could never be caught. Oscar had nothing to say to me until I worked with him to win his trust, one day he came to meet me at the field gate. What Oscar told me brought tears to my eyes. "I am horrid. I am nasty. I am vicious. I am wicked." he repeated over and over as he stood with his nose resting gently on my shoulder. Oscar had the scars on his head and flanks that showed how horrid he had been. He used to be head shy too, but now, he lets us rub his head and massage his ears. Oscar had had unspeakable things done to him before his last two loving homes, yet holds no grudge against the man who abused him. Oscar still thinks it was all his own fault. Whenever any of us get the chance, we tell Oscar he's beautiful and wonderful, hopefully it won't be another 15 years before he forgets what that awful man said and believes us. back to top Freyr was lead horse with ten children on a hack. BUT, the bridlepath went round a blind corner that, according to Freyr, had a very suspicious hole in the hedge beneath a very rustly tree. Freyr had agreed that his job that day was important. As the corner approached, Freyr began to doubt if he could do, what lead horses should do. Someone should check out that hole. Freyr needed a lead round the corner, but it was Freyr's job to lead. I asked Freyr if he would follow a dog. Of course said Freyr, a dog could go round the corner first and then Freyr wouldn't have to stop to make sure it was safe for all the ponies. The yard dog always accompanied hacks, positioning himself in the centre of the file. I explained to Benji what was needed. As we approached the corner, Benji duly arrived at the front. He ran round the corner in front of Freyr with the rest of the hack following behind. The very rustly tree was very quiet that day and once we had passed, Benji returned to his station in the middle of the ride. Thanks to an unlikely partnership between a tiny red and white Papillon and a 16 hand thoroughbred Freyr completed his very important job. back to top Bandit is a racoon, who likes to play in the barn. One April weekend, he wouldn't go back in his pen. Bribery sometimes worked, but just as often he grabbed his favourite chocolate bar and ran away. The barn wasn't secure and there was a danger he would go off looking for girl racoons, of which there were none in North Wales, and end up being shot in mistake for a fox in a neighbour's barn. I explained to Bandit what could happen if he ran away. I sent him pictures of his being chased and shot, I then showed him pictures of his sitting in his pen eating a Twix. So he could enjoy his chocolate, I asked Bandit to let my husband carry him out of the barn. After a few minutes Bandit came out of hiding, walked towards us and got carried safely back to his pen. But not before he had shown me where the hens had been secretly laying in the barn. After that he demanded his share of the eggs each day. My first conversation with Alma, a lovely chestnut warmblood, had been held remotely. I had never seen Alma but her owner asked if I could have a chat to throw some light on why she showed certain behaviour. I talked to Alma whilst sitting at my desk and wrote down what she said. When I read what I had written, some things sounded a little odd. As I was asking Alma what it felt like to be loose with other horses, I could feel her excitement and then the words seemed to arrive in the wrong order "I like always to gallop." instead of "I always like to gallop" and "Here, in the field, is it very good," instead of "It's very good in the field here." A few weeks later I was privileged to meet Alma in person. She told me about her stable and food, she was very fond of food. She told me a little of where she came from and showed me a broom she did not like and a small man who threatened her with it. The surprising thing was that the words that accompanied the pictures were in german. I asked Alma's owner where Alma came from and wasn't entirely surprised when she said Austria. After that Alma became so chatty, as we talked to one another in german and austrian dialect. When I looked again at the words I had written, a few weeks before, the order made sense. When Alma got excited, she sent me her words, in the order they should have been in, had she sent them to me in german. back to top Mossy was a rescue lurcher that was scared to come indoors because she kept weeing in the dining room. I talked to Mossy and she told me why she weeed and what she needed from the vet to stop it happening. This is what the owner said three weeks later. "I doubt we'd have made much progress without your help. What alternative was there? Her urine sample tested negative, the vet put her on antibiotics which obviously made no difference - what could they have suggested next? It would have probably meant going to a behaviourist, but how much better is it to find out Mossy's problem from Mossy herself?" You can read the full response from Mossy's owner below. Ben was a cross German Shepherd whose hair was falling out. Ben also had sore patches on his skin. His owner had spend over £1000 on tests and treatments at the vet's trying to ease Ben's agony. Ben described how he felt: sore and miserable from constant itching that hurt if he scratched. When I asked what had caused it he told me 'the sofa'. It turned out that his owner had had her sofa cleaned and sprayed with chemicals to which he was allergic. We made a plan to cover the sofa and make sure Ben had his own blanket to sleep on anywhere in the house he happened to go. After two weeks the impovement in Ben's coat was starting to show. back to top Chocolate is a 16 hand hunter, who received a nasty kick in the field. The huge swelling under her belly quickly filled with blood. The vet said it would continue to fill up over night, then take a few days to go down. I gave Reiki healing to Chocolate that evening and continued with distance healing over night. When the vet returned the next day, the swelling was just a large bump and the vet was amazed. Bear was a fourteen year old dog, who suffered a stroke. Her owners were due to fly to Florida, to their new home, in four weeks time and their treasured dog, who joined the family when their daughter was born, was to go with them. Unfortunately, the vet had said he would not be able to issue a travel health certificate for Bear. The prognosis for her recovery was extremely poor. The day after the stroke, I gave Bear her first treatment. When I checked her out, she had difficulty standing. If lifted to her feet, she was unable to walk straight and would fall over after a few steps. After her first treatment, she slept for two hours. When she awoke, she stood up and walked a few steps in a straight line, until she seemed exhausted and lay down again. The next day I treated her again and again she slept afterwards. When she awoke this time, she could get up easily, walk straight and had no trouble getting to her feet or lying down. I treated Bear for two more days and each time the improvement was marked. I next saw Bear a week later. The family were full of tales of how she had managed the stairs and played in the garden, something she had not managed for weeks before her stroke. Things continued to progress with weekly treatments so that on the second week, I was told of the exciting event that had taken place in the last few days. Bear had barked! The significance had to be explained to me: as Bear had aged, she hadn't been heard to bark in almost a year. The fourth, and last, of Bear's weekly treatments took place the day before her trip to Florida. She had received her certificate of fitness to travel from the vet the day before. The vet confessed he had thought he would have to put Bear down as her health could never again enable her to be fit to travel. He was so glad he had been wrong. The last time I saw Bear was as she joined the family in their airport taxi. A dog, which for months before, could barely walk, jumped in the minibus after the luggage. Bear lived for two more years in Florida until one night she fell asleep for the very last time. back to top New Year's Eve was always an anxious time in the holiday village in which I lived in Austria. Whilst the villagers and winter holiday makers enjoyed themselves, my family knew it was a time of concern. Our farmhouse was right behind the resort's main hotel. Once the New Year revellers had finished their evening of eating and dancing, they would be out on the street to welcome in the New Year with a torchlight procession down the mountain. After that our nightmare would begin, as the sound of machine guns echoed outside the stable wall. The fireworks would last for at least two hours. Fossil and Freyr, our two thoroughbreds should be terrified for much of that time. Before we heard the first bang, my husband and I were standing, glasses of Sekt (austrian champagne) in hand in the stable. Once the 'fun' started, we went into action: my husband with his hands on Fossil, our twenty year old mare and I trying to get my hands on Freyr, her eight year old son. The Reiki soon took effect, we had used the energy's grounding effect, to 'glue' the horses' feet to the floor. It made it impossible for them to shoot around the stable as each bang echoed outside. After twenty minutes, they had obviously relaxed and moved towards the trough of hay and started eating. Once they settled to munching, oblivious to the 'war' raging in the snowclad streets outside, we took our glasses back into the house and toasted the benefits of Reiki healing. back to top "I thought you might be interested in how Mossy's been doing - your reading from her has really helped give us insight into what's been going on with her, and now I feel she's starting to turn the corner. She's lost the permanently worried look in her eyes and has been a lot more relaxed. The peeing has been reduced dramatically - from 5 or 6 times in an evening to once or not at all. A huge improvement! She used to look so worried every time we had to get the mop out.... Interestingly, she asked you for rhus tox which I've been giving her, but having spoken to my vet his recommendation was also a remedy called causticum, used for incontinence but also rheumatic conditions which seems to tie in with her wanting rhus tox. She is happy to come inside and has stopped laying down outside refusing to come in. She's started drinking normally again - she hardly drank anything when she was at her worst, obviously worrying that it would make her more likely to wee indoors. Poor thing. So, as you can see, this is all a huge turnaround for her. Although it's nice not to have to be mopping up every 5 mins it's even nicer not to see Mossy so worried and upset. You can tell anyone you want about this - I doubt we'd have made much progress without your help. What alternative was there? Her urine sample tested negative, the vet put her on antibiotics which obviously made no difference - what could they have suggested next? It would have probably meant going to a behaviourist, but how much better is it to find out Mossy's problem from Mossy herself? Just want to say a big thankyou, from all of us ."back to top |
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