STOP WATCH AND LISTEN
a. Find a quiet place near your pet.
b. Stop everything you are doing, and just breathe.
c. Focus on your breathing and be aware.
a. Look at your pet.
b. Watch how they breathe.
c. Are you still aware of your own breath?
a. Listen to your pet…what do you hear?
b. Speak to your pet softly…how do they respond?
c. Now, think those same words in your mind.
Animals talk to us in many ways. You do not have to be psychic to communicate with your pets. The three easy steps above may help you get in touch with your pets.
Over the years I have researched and studied animals to try to understand our connection to their world. Animals talk to us through a language of pictures and emotions. You can think of it as emotional pictures. Have you ever reacted to a picture of food? More than just the picture of our favorite food (mine is ice cream with caramel sauce), we have emotional responses and physical reactions. That is how we talk with animals. We picture in our minds our pet at the same time surrounding them with feelings of love and affection. Then, just be still. Did you get a response?
It seems that I have been the Underground Railroad for stay animals. They show up at my house when they need help. The following is an example of how animals talk to me and I talk with them.
A young cat showed up at my door in fall in 1996. Two weeks before we had moved to the area, Hurricane Fran hit the Piedmont and Eastern North Carolina and decimated much of the area. Many animals and pets were lost or displaced.
While looking out of the window the day after we had moved in, I saw a small black and white cat in the yard. I was thinking how cute the cat was and the cat looked right at me and dashed into the woods. I would catch a glimpse of the cat every now and then. It was apparent the cat did not belong to anyone; perhaps it was displaced by the hurricane. The cat became thinner as the weather turned colder and the first snow fell. I knew I could not let the cat live in the elements for the winter. With care and concern, I built a shelter on the deck so the cat would have somewhere to get out of the cold. I kept a picture in my mind of the cat going into the shelter while surrounding the cat with love. Basically, I pictured the cat and the outcome in my thoughts. Sure enough one frosty evening I looked out and I saw the cat in the shelter. I was unable to touch or get close to the cat, but I knew the cat had shelter and food.
A few weeks later, I was reading in my room and heard a noise. All of a sudden, the cat jumped on the bed and startled me. The cat got scared, jumped off the bed, ran down the hall, and hid behind the washer. A few hours later, the cat came back into my room, meowed loudly, and jumped into the chair by the bed. My daughter named the cat Tuxie.
A few months later, we had to move. I was worried about how to move to the new house with a now-pregnant and somewhat domesticated stray. I knew I could not pick her up (I tried that before and she let me know she was not up for it). Tuxie vanished while all the packing and moving was going on. The very last day, after everything was out of the house, I came back with a basket with a lid that would fasten. I sat in the middle of the room and sent her a mental message that, if she wanted to go with us, she had to go in the basket. In a few minutes, she came into the room meowing, and I sent her the mental picture of her in the basket. To my surprise, she jumped into the basket; I closed down the lid, and carried her to the car and our new home. This began a long relationship of mutual respect and she became one of the most loving cats I have ever known.
To read more about my many animal encounters, check out my blog http://www.animalstellitlikeitis.com