Animal Communication
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But ask now the beasts, Job 12:7-8 |
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by Susan McGinnis Mickey was my best friend, soul mate, and companion for almost 12 years of our lives here on Earth. I could not have asked for a more confident, loving, caring dog to accompany me through some rough times in my life. Mickey was an energetic, athletic dog with the passion for playing ball. She was quite healthy and thriving until she was diagnosed with a heart murmur and liver cancer all within 6 months in 2007.
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| by David Richison I live in Oklahoma City, but holiday season often takes me to the home of my brother, who lives in the country far to the southwest of the city, off a state highway, down a county line gravel road. Last year, on Christmas Eve I went to visit my brother and his wife. It was 21° F and snowing, the air made even colder by a sharp wind, which buffeted my little two door Honda Accord as I made my way towards their home. It would be the first white Christmas Oklahoma City had seen in 30 years. |
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by Cyndy Young After a few months of getting settled in with Grace, and getting to know her, I became very curious about her past. The shelter did not have any information on her because she was left in one of the after hours cages with out a note. From day one she has just been the sweetest dog, loves to give kisses and get belly rubs and really tried hard to learn the rules of the house and to make me happy. In trying to get her to lay on a pillow on the floor I soon realized that she was trained to lay down instantly either by just saying down or a wave of the hand.. |
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by Andrea Starn Telepathic communication has helped me, my first dog Dusky, my second dog Buddy, as well as my dog walking clientele. When Dusky showed signs of nearing death, I first consulted with Teresa. Not only did the immediate loving voice soothe my soul, but her gift of communication floored me and produced a miracle the very next day after our session. |
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by Judy I have been a lover of animals ever since I can remember. Actually, I come from a family of animal lovers. My maternal grandfather gave a name to every cow, horse, goat, chicken, duck, cat, dog, etc. on his farm many years ago! My dad tells that when he was a child, many of the barn cats on their farm came into the basement of the house for the winter to stay in out of the cold & sleep by the furnace. Three or 4 cats were always in the house to eat & sleep. Besides being nice company, "With cats in the house, you’ll never have a mouse", my paternal grandmother often advised. As a child growing up in our household, I remember that our animals were always very important family members. So now, the stage is set for my story. |
| by Bonny Baldwin I've always wished that I could communicate with animals beyond the obvious feed me/pet me/walk me stuff. When I started devouring books on spirituality and psychic phenomena in my twenties, I came across stories of people who had entire telepathic conversations with animals. Through one of these books I found a listing for Teresa Wagner, and she’s been communicating with my animal family for four years now. Her gift has afforded me practical help and a number of insights from my companions. What’s funny, though, is that I never know if these insights are going to be about the nature of the universe, or about what my dog thinks I look like naked (funny—no fur). |
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by Brenda Serois Once I had the name Ralph. It was a good name for me but I either outgrew myself or something else was in the works and it changed everything. When I was about seventeen I started growing all these ugly tumors inside of me. I was really angry and did not like my strong body failing me. I tried to hide my sickness from my mom and she tried to reason away the slow loss of my sixteen pounds of catness but one day it came to her that something was wrong and she scooped me up and held me to her. She practically crushed me with her grief as we both shared our understanding of what we knew to be the beginning of the end of this lifetime for me. |
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by Mickey Kane It was time for Ryan (my golden retriever and best friend) to go. He had lived 14 wise and wonderful years by my side and we were reluctant to part. We finally agreed that if he couldn't go on his own over the weekend, I promised I would help him on Monday. I was afraid I might not be strong enough, but fulfilling my promise to him would give me the strength I needed. |
