Taking Animal Communication to the Next Level
Joyce Leake’s Biography continued...
My first “detour-guide” arrived as golden retriever, Vickie. She was my rock and resource while going through a divorce. She taught me the meaning of true loyalty and gave me the courage to persevere as I entered my next life stage. I admired her courage as she and I parted. My tears felt like they would forever stain my face.
Along came Molly and Red. The two most delightful “distractions” I could ever ask for. Molly: the perfect, show-quality golden retriever and Red: the mongrel who stole my heart. My very own Lady and the Tramp. Those two characters taught me the kind of lessons only shared between mothers.
Molly was flawless on the outside, but a real country girl on the inside… like the Eva Gabore who learned to love Green Acres. No matter how gorgeous I made her as I coiffed and curled, she preferred to be down and dirty in the black Oklahoma mud. Her mission statement was “to be a dog and nothing else, please”. She could also be obnoxious as she morphed from silly puppy hood to pure, I'm-in-charge adulthood.
Now Red, on the other hand, was in my back pocket from the day he was unceremoniously dumped at our place. I saw him rummaging around the barn looking for food. I’ll never forget the way his bony little body shivered as he engorged the paper plate full of dog food I set down. It moved me more than I could imagine.
That was my first experience with a starving dog. I cried and shook with emotion (weren’t we a shivering pair) as he looked at me with his appreciative face and black eyes. That was it. We were together from that day forward. He was truly my soul mate. We named him Red because he was pitch black. I was afraid that someone would try to steal him by calling him Blackie. No one would think his name could be Red. Oh, how I loved him.
Molly and Red gave me my first encounters with "hearing" a message from an animal. I remember one night putting them to bed and "hearing" them say in unison, "Good night, Mommy." It shocked me and I just knew that I had made it up. Surely, that wasn't them saying those words. How could they?
But my confirmation came when I turned to look at them, expecting two sleepy dogs but instead seeing two smiley faces with tails a-waggin'. It was real. I just knew it and so did they.
They say that if you look hard in your past, you'll see exactly how you got to your present. True enough, my past has always prepared me for my present.
Because of a casual comment I had made, "I wonder what this Animal Communication thing is all about,” a horse came along, almost by accident, to answer that casual but oh so profound question.
My husband thought I needed another project. As it turned out, this project would change my life's course even more resolutely, and his entrance into my life would “divert” my fate forever.
His name was Reilly and he was a throw-away horse who needed more help than I could imagine. When I first laid eyes on him, he looked as if he was looking at me through a screen. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn he didn't exist. There wasn't enough of him to fill a shadow let alone his tall skeleton. But he was real and he was skinny and he was very ill.
Regardless of everything that I tried, his health improved only marginally.
It wasn't until we had a talk one day at the water tank that I realized this diversion would become my direction and bring me full circle.
"Reilly, I have done everything that I think I can possibly do to help you. I have had every practitioner, doctor, healer, helper come and give you care. I don't know what else to do to help you. Please, help me help you."
No sooner than my last "help you" left my lips than Reilly flashed his life scene into my receptive mind. I saw his life in less than an instant. I got it. He shared his story with me. What he had been holding on to like a burden (his dis-ease) for so long was now shared with someone who truly loved and cared for him and really wanted him to get well. It was my love. It was my caring that pulled him out of himself and created the clearing for him to tell me his story.
I got it. I got it.
He then urinated, right in front of me. After a sound of relief and words that said, "It is done," he looked at me, got his legs re-organized from his peeing stance, then turned and ran up the hill with more enthusiasm than I had ever witnessed. It was over. He was, and would be, well again.
His story was the most profound Animal Communication event I had ever experienced. He continued to teach me how to hear, feel, see––use all my senses and develop a hundred more. He was my instructor, my teacher, my mentor. He was the one who pushed me towards the passion I had known but needed so desperately a "reason" to pursue. He was it. From Reilly's direction I have maintained a focus and a pathway to expand Animal Communication to include Animal University. I know there are others like me out there waiting for their own paths to come to where they need them to be. Animal University was founded to be a guide through detours, re-direction after diversions, and to inspire determination through distractions.
Everyone who loves animals is looking to get more out of their respective relationships. Animal University is here for them to exchange inspiration and information, to teach and support each other on their path to a better understanding, and to help them tweak their skills and gain self-confidence along the way. AU was created for just those reasons. It was created for YOU.