Today I attended the first day of a two-day basic animal communication workshop with Mary J. Gettin. So. Much. Fun.
I have always wanted to communicate with animals. Animals are my life, and to communicate with them... well, there is no higher blessing. So through the years I've read books, and I've practiced now and then, but I've had only limited success.
I have always known -- and Mary said it's nearly always true -- that I'm a better sender than receiver. Two examples:
1. Anyone who has every moved a pet to a new house knows how stressed they get. It is, in fact, in credibly common to lose pets during the transition. I read an animal communication book that said to just talk to your animals and tell them very clearly what's happening, what will happen, why it's happening, what it means to the dog, etc. So when we moved to Duvall, I did that for Rain (an extremely insecure dog) and Pax. Neither dog showed even minor stress about the move, during or after. They transitioned to the new house as though they'd been visiting here for years.
2. I tried an exercise from an animal communication book where you visualize an image and send it to your dog. This was right before we got horses, so I decided to send a picture of a breed of horse I liked. I happened to have a call with an animal communicator the next week, and I asked her if she could ask Pax what image I had been sending him. She said, "A black and white horse with feathers?" I had been sending a picture of a Gypsy Vanner.
I have had only one clear experience as a receiver, however, and that happened just a couple of weeks ago.
Miss Pflouff had been coming inside from the yard soaked in urine. It was like she had lain in a puddle of it... but there were no puddles. Or like she had peed while she was lying down, but she was clean and dry around her own lady bits. She was too tall for the boy dogs to hike their legs and get her back like that. I had no idea how this was happening, but it was happening regularly.
One morning she jumped up on the bed to tell me good morning, and when I leaned over to kiss her head, BAM! An image just appeared in my head. I saw her squatting to pee, and one of the boy dogs lifting his leg to mark her spot -- while she was still peeing. I wasn't thinking of the situation, and I had never even thought of that possibility, but I saw it plain as day.
So I believed it was possible, but I had never been able to open that channel at will.
Today was the first day of the workshop. There are sixteen students, plus Mary. Some are experienced; some are just like me. She explained to us that learning animal communication is like learning a foreign language. You don't go to a class and come out speaking fluently overnight. You learn a few words. Then you get haltingly conversational. Then a bit better. And only with time, practice, and immersion do you get really fluent.
Today we didn't practice actual animal communication. We talked about various aspects and did some exercises and meditations to help prepare us.
We did the COOLEST exercise with a partner. We sat face to face and visualized a tube connecting us heart to heart. One of us was the sender and the other the receiver. Mary would say a color -- out loud, so we both knew. The sender was supposed to pick a shade of that color, pick an object or objects in that shade, try to imagine how it feels, etc. Then the receiver had to say what he received. Each person was the sender twice and a receiver twice.
My partner and I got all four right!!!!! The colors and our objects were:
Pink / Pepto Bismol
Orange / Orange juice
Yellow / Baby chick
Purple / Eggplant
I was a better sender than receiver. I sent pink and yellow. She said both correct answers IMMEDIATELY -- no hesitation or working up to it.
I got the right answers for mine, but I kind of worked my way to it.
For orange, I said, "Orange Crush, and I see an orange with juice spurting out of it." But I never actually made the leap to "orange juice."
For purple, I picked up the color Mary was going to say before she said it, and then had to push an image of Barney out of my head. LOL. I knew it didn't come from my partner. I saw like thick swirls of slick, deep purple oil paint, then it turned into an eggplant. And she was sending eggplant.
Tomorrow morning we work with live animals, and then tomorrow afternoon we work with photos. I'm not taking one of my dogs -- there are only going to be a couple there and they needed to be smaller and cat-friendly -- but I have photos of both my dogs and horses ready to go.
By the way, when I decided to do this, I prayed for help from St. Francis, Patron Saint of Animals. And he really came through! Thank you, St. Francis!