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In The Barn (continued) ...My first detour arrived as golden retriever named Vickie. She was my rock and resource while going through a life detour, a divorce. She taught me the meaning of true loyalty and gave me the courage to persevere as I entered the next life stage. I admired her courage as she and I parted. My tears will forever remain, stained on 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. Those two characters taught me lessons only a mother wants to share. Molly was so perfect, on the outside, but a real country girl on the inside. She taught me that no matter how gorgeous she could be as I coiffed and curled, she loved to be down and dirty in the black Oklahoma mud. That was her mission. To be a dog and nothing else, please. And she loved to be obnoxious as she morphed from silly puppyhood to pure, I'm-in-charge adulthood. Now Red, on the other hand, was in my back pocket from the day he was unceremoniously dropped off at our place. I saw him rummaging around the barn looking for food. I remember the day I brought a paper plate full of dog food and his little skinny body shivered as he bolted down his food. It touched me more than I could imagine. That was my first experience with a starving dog. I cried and shook with emotion as I watched his appreciative face look at me with his dark 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 and I was afraid that someone would try to steal him calling him Blackie.no one would think his name could be Red. Oh, how I love him. Molly and Red were 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, mommie." It shocked me and I just knew that I had made it up. Surely that wasn't them saying those words. How could they? 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. I agree. My past has always prepared me for my present. I know that because of a casual statement I had made, "I wonder what this Animal Communication thing is all about." Little did I know just how profound those words would turn out to be. A horse came along, almost by accident, when my husband thought I needed another project. As it turned out, this project would change my life's course, and his presence 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 a big, tall, bony structure. But he was real and he was skinny and he was very ill. Regardless of everything that I did and had done to him, 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. "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 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 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 told 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 organized from his stance, 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 ever. 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. Life is full circle again. From Reilly's direction he has helped me maintain a focus and a pathway to expand Animal Communication to include Animal University. I know there are more "me's" out there waiting for their own paths to come to where they need them to be. Animal University was founded to help you find it and stick to it. As one friend said to me, "Sometimes you have to be there to be there and it is only then that you will be pushed to do what you know you must do." I feel that everyone who loves animals is looking for more from their respective relationships. Animal University is here to exchange stories and information, to teach and support you on your path to more understanding and to help you tweak your skills and gain self confidence along the way. AU was created for just those reasons. |
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