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Do Animal Communicators Eat Meat?
"Yum!" or not yum? You decide.
Carnivore versus Vegetarian/Vegan: This is one hot topic indeed. And many seem to think that we animal communicators who do eat meat are hypocritical and should go up in flames . . . kind of like the steak in this picture.
Every animal communicator has been faced with this question, often in the form of a combative challenge. The scope of the answers given, and the rationales therefor, are as wide and diverse as the individuals who espouse them. In fact, the topic is so controversial, and the stance of animal communicators so varied, that it is the subject for one of the main discussions in the summer issue of Penelope Smith’s quarterly journal, Species Link. If this is an issue that seriously concerns you, you might consider ordering the current issue of this journal.
In a nutshell: the opinions of the animal communicators queried for this article range from “serious meat-eater with no qualms” to “would never eat anything I can talk to.” Actually, “no qualms” isn’t quite right, as I’ve never heard of a meat-eating animal communicator who isn’t terribly conscientious about the type of meat she puts in her body and who doesn’t also bless the animals for their sacrifice.
The question in your mind about right now, of course, is whether I, the animal communicator/author of this post, eat meat or not, right?
The simple answer is yes, I do, and with great blessings and gratefulness and no apologies. I, like many animal communicators surveyed, have Type O blood, for one thing, which is that of the original hunter gatherer amongst our ancient forebears (it was, in fact, the first blood type). But for me, also as for many others, there are health issues involved, including a tendency toward a life-threatening form of anemia.
In my case there are other reasons as well. Meat being one of the more grounding substances on the planet, I find I require it to keep myself from getting too spaced out and ending up wandering around in the ethers all day. Working in the psychic and telepathic realms does tend to make one spacey — some of us more than others, I would suspect. So, for me at least, a few ounces of heavy animal protein really facilitates my work.
But another reason I eat meat, I admit it, is that I plain out love it. I’m of the generation that was raised on it, and it is a serious part of my diet. As when growing up, when at all possible I prefer to eat wild game or family-caught fish, and indeed on the Texas ranch we kept such in our large freezers year-round. I can attest firsthand how different meat tastes when killed humanely and quickly and with gratefulness than that of animals sent to slaughter. And I try to eat the latter as little as possible.
Lots of people would love to argue this question ad infinitum, which I have no interest in doing — about anything really. But I leave those of you who adamantly oppose meat-eating with the following thought to ponder.
Plants are also living, breathing, intelligent beings. And it has been proven that they react to inhumane treatment, chaos, and neglect. One can certainly talk to them, and communicating with them in my practice has me and not just a few others convinced they are among, if not the highest form of intelligence on the planet. So next time you put a bite of lettuce in your mouth you might run through the objections you spout to those heartless meat-eaters and see how they apply to your own values and eating habits.
No matter what you eat, enjoy! EATING is one of the great pleasures we earthlings are privileged to indulge in, and I think we should all delight in every moment and aspect of it. And always, always, always bless your food and give thanks for it.
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Here is my own brief, personal favorite food blessing and prayer. And if you hold your hands over your plate, palms down, while praying and blessing your food, you will feel living, universal energy flowing through them. I promise.
I give thanks for all the beings who gave of themselves to provide and prepare this food. And I ask that it be raised to the highest vibration level that is conducive to my digestion, assimilation, and elimination.
Never Assume Anything
Laidback Moses
Many years ago, when I was still studying animal communication, I was completing a set of case histories, pro bono, for one of my teachers. I would ask friends if I could talk to their animals, get a few questions from them to ask the subject, proceed with a simple communication, fill out a form, and submit it to my teacher (with feedback from the animal’s person/owner).
One such practice case was right under my nose! My daughter, who was in college at the time, had left her young cat, Moses, with me for a couple of months while she worked out of state one summer. Moses was a large black and white cat with long hair and “tuxedo” markings. He was a charmer, and his coat was so luxuriant there was no indication of what type of body hid beneath it.
I lived in the country with my horses, dogs, and other cats, so was careful to monitor Moses, especially during his first few weeks there, as he had always lived in the city and knew only city ways. He stayed outside all day every day, hiding in tall grasses, watching the wildlife, and pouncing on grasshoppers. It was almost impossible to tear him away from this endless entertainment when it was time to come in at night.
My daughter came home halfway through the summer and, although it is very embarrassing to admit, was alarmed to find Moses way too thin and light. She was worried! I was too, once I realized she was right. He felt like a featherweight — just skin and bone under all that glorious fur. And I had noticed he wasn’t eating much but assumed he was probably killing and eating birds and mice because I had seen him hunting.
We decided immediately that he should be one of my practice cases, and that I should talk to him and see if I could find out what was “wrong.” (Naturally we assumed something was awry; perhaps he was even gravely ill.)
After the appropriate greetings and polite requests for his cooperation, I began quizzing Moses. I won’t quote the entire conversation here, but the important part, about his weight, went something like the following:
“Moses, we notice that you seem to be much lighter than usual.”
Question mark in a bubble coming back from Moses: “What does THAT mean?”
As best I could I showed him how he was a shadow of his former self. “How do you feel, Moses?”
“Great, why?”
“Good. Just asking. Are you getting enough to eat?”
“I’m not interested in eating.”
“Oh my, why?”
“There’s way too much to do out there, and I’m having way too much fun!”
So there it was. The simplest answer possible, plain as the nose on my face. I proceeded to explain in great detail how it was absolutely necessary to eat, plenty, in order to stay in one’s body, and that his beloved (my daughter) would be devastated if he didn’t, and if he allowed himself to float away from not eating.
After puzzling a bit on this, although he didn’t seem to think it was such a big deal, he said he certainly didn’t want to upset her and would start eating. And so he did, the very next day, and regained all his weight — probably 5 lbs. — within just a week or two.
I guess the communication worked because he never lost weight again. And he lived in the country for most of his life thereafter, always and forever the stalker!
Afterlife as an Afterthought?
What would happen to this little guy's body if you buried it in a matchbox?
You know how, if you ask somebody if they believe in Heaven or an afterlife, they usually say they don’t know? They just don’t know. They haven’t figured it out yet, or haven’t decided yet … or just don’t believe in anything. This always astounds me because I’ve always been just the opposite.
From a very early age I was always curious about what I know now would have been classified as “spiritual matters.” As well as all things mysterious and metaphysical. So I explored, and I delved, and I experimented, and I studied. And, besides my religious upbringing and Bible study, and later on a consideration of other religions, most of all I relied on my own internal Geiger counter to sort out what was right and true for me and what was not.
My God has always been mine alone and not one that fits well into any formula or format I’ve found thus far. So I NEVER argue about religion with anyone. Because I figure their set of spiritual beliefs is as unique to them as mine is to me. (Not that most of them would agree, but whatever . . .)
BUT, all of that came later.
The earliest experiment I can remember concerned the afterlife. I was about 4 or 5 and in a huge quandary about what happens to us after we die. My goldfish did, and I just knew in my heart his little spirit couldn’t possibly stop there. But my only frame of reference was his small golden body, so I figured if I could find out what happened to it, then I would have an answer to the big picture.
Luckily I found a small empty matchbox, the kind that the inside slides out of, that was the perfect size and would make an ideal coffin for a tiny goldfish. I placed him in it very carefully and then buried him out behind the shed in our back yard.
My plan was to dig up the matchbox each day, slide out his little cardboard bed, and view the body, thus tracking its progress through the hereafter. And dig him up each day I did. Before long he looked not unlike the goldfish in this picture.
One day I dutifully dug down, as usual, to unearth the small sarcophagus, and . . . lo’ and behold . . . when I slid out the inner casing, my goldfish’s body had disappeared entirely!!! This was all the proof I needed that my little friend had ascended into Goldfish Heaven, and I imagine that was the beginning of my belief in an afterlife.
Probably, at some point, I let too many days go by between disinterments. And probably the little guy’s body had decomposed to the point that ants finished off the rest of him during that interlude. But I didn’t know any of that at the time. His disappearance was definitely a miracle in my eyes and confirmed my suspicion that we do indeed go to a higher place after we leave our physical bodies.
I never told anyone what I was doing or what had happened to my goldfish. I didn’t think anyone would believe me and, even as a small child, figured they would think I was nuts.
But this was my first step toward the beyond. It left a big impression and surely primed me for the rest of my spiritual journey. It’s been a fun and fascinating one!
Trust Yourself – Especially in Reading Your Animals
Not sure what you're getting?
The most difficult hurdle when learning animal communication seems to be trusting what you get — for everyone. Almost every student, when reporting on their practice conversations with animals, qualifies her report with, “Well, I don’t know if I just made this up, or . . .(blah blah blah). ”
Trust yourself. First and foremost. You know your animals better than anyone. So if you’re trying to read them, you’re probably doing it pretty darn well. Yes, you can be wrong sometimes, or you may be so emotionally involved that you need an outside opinion, but no doubt you will have good insight and intuition about the situation at hand.
An old client, Sue, contacted me this week because her dog Jack had suddenly become afraid to go outside. Jack was a rescue who came with some issues and has always been a bit high strung and finely tuned, but he’s been quite stable in his behavior for years now. So this change was unexpected and seemed like a reversion to old behavior patterns.
Sue and I went back and forth for a few days, deciding whether she needed a session or not. During that time I never formally tuned into Jack, but each time I took a psychic glance at him and his situation I got the distinct impression there was something new or different about the yard that he was afraid of. I don’t like to bank on such impressions, as I don’t trust psychic hunches without actually talking to the animal and getting their direct input, but often these glimpses can be accurate.
I emailed Sue one last time to see what she wanted to do because I hadn’t heard from her for a few days (her computer was down), and she wrote back saying she had figured out, pretty much for sure, that the problem was the new automatic sprinkler system they had installed in their yard. She didn’t see it happen, but she thought Jack might have been caught offguard and gotten sprayed by it.
See? Once Sue gave it a little thought, she tuned right into what was bothering Jack. And she trusted her feelings enough to go with them, suggesting we hold off on a session until or unless he didn’t snap out of it in a few days. I told her about those “glimpses” I had taken, and that they completely confirmed what she felt was wrong, and she was so proud to have gotten it all by herself!
So, when you’re trying to figure something out with your animal and feel stumped: sit down, calm down, take some deep breaths, close your eyes if you like, and see what comes. Your intuition and knowledge of your good buddy will probably prevail, and you’ll have a good idea of what’s going on and what to do next.
Trust, trust, trust.
How to be an Only Cat . . . by Lily Worthington
This is me, "Lily," while dictating this article to Leta.
To all you neophytes out there who suddenly find yourself an “only” cat, just listen to me. I have lots of tips and tricks of the trade to give you.
First, ahem, please excuse today’s blog — Leta obviously did not get down everything I told her, or flubbed up the interview some other way, because what came out early this morning on this page was one sentence only!!!!! How embarrassing!!!!!
Hopefully she will now get it all down in full, and she has promised me she will run this post tomorrow as well since half the day today was a waste, and since it is critical that as many cats as possible have an opportunity to read this important information.
So, to reconstruct what I told her yesterday, here are your helpful tips:
1. If there are any other animals in the family, play like you like at least one, even if you don’t. It will earn you lots of points. For me that would be Tucker, our Chiweenie, because I love to lick his ears and he lets me do that. As for the teeny-weeny one who is called by the silliest name you ever heard, Frida, I can take her or leave her. Though, truth be told, I am beginning to like her a little bit because she listens to me and respects me. So, rule number uno, act friendly, at least sometimes, even if you don’t feel that way.
2. Always try to sleep on your person at night, and that means on their body. The best places to get are the ones that are the sorest or most tender. You can find those by noticing carefully how your person reacts when you step on certain spots. This is very beneficial and healing for them, even if they don’t seem to think so (sometimes Leta wakes up in the middle of the night and ejects me suddenly as if I were a dead rat — I think she just doesn’t realize what a favor I am doing for her, or she is perhaps in a fog from a bad dream). Sometimes, your person may be so averse to your healing touch that you have to wait until they go to sleep and then creep up onto their body step by slow step. Very stealthily. Persevere. You are doing a great service here.
3. Every day or two bring a mouse or rat into the house, preferably at night, that your person will be sure to find the next morning. This will prove that you are doing what cats are supposed to do: keeping the property rid of such pests. It is best to chase and play with said pest for a while so your person wakes up and notices what you are doing, and then, no matter how much you want to, DON’T eat the whole thing. Always leave a part of the mouse, maybe even two or three pieces, or else you owner may not even know you did this for her. If you’re not allowed outside (horrors) then go through this procedure with a large bug or spider that you can hopefully find in the house somewhere. You will get the same strong reaction, proving that your actions are not only major events but also noteworthy.
Obviously, if there are other cats in the house they can take up some of the slack on these activities, but if you’re an only cat you’re just going to have to bite the bullet and perform them all by yourself.
Good luck!
“Beam Me Up, Scottie . . . but please keep me safe!”
Heading Out Into Other Dimensions
When you start traveling outside your body, while awake or asleep, you want to be careful. This includes extending your consciousness to communicate with an animal telepathically. There’s all kinds of stuff floating around on certain planes you may traverse, plus there are other forms of intelligence that can cause a wreck on your journey. Really.
If you’re reading this blog, you’re probably familiar with and into this kind of thing, but if you don’t believe me about this astral traffic jam, just ask your cat. If you have one I’m sure you have had the experience of observing her while she sits calmly on the side of your bed and watches something moving around in the room that you can’t see. Usually up in the air, as if it flies or floats. Creepy, huh?
So you don’t want to wander around in the ethers without protection. Things can bump into you or stick on you and cause problems later. They can also influence your good intentions and skew your psychic perceptions. Think of it this way: you wouldn’t go out in a thunderstorm without an umbrella or a raincoat, so don’t go cruising off into outer space without your protective garb.
All you basically have to do to protect yourself is intention it using some form of protective, meditative visualization or prayer (to whatever power you believe in). You can go online and google for ideas (try “protective meditation” — I just did, and got thousands of results). Use whatever appeals to you and feels right.
Doing the same thing when you go out into crowds — even if you’re just shopping at Walmart (ESPECIALLY if you’re just shopping at Walmart!) — is very beneficial as well, especially if you’re an empathic individual who feels what others around you feel. You don’t want to take on energy from anyone, really, and certainly not from people you don’t know.
If you have ever felt totally drained and exhausted after grocery shopping then you know what I’m talking about. You probably went in feeling great and totally open, so lots of other folks’ energy got all over you and depleted you. Here’s an easy thing to do if that happens:
AURIC FIELD QUICKIE CLEANSE
Hop in the shower, suds up and get clean the way you usually do. Then take a big handful of Epsom salts or sea salt, plop it on top of your head, and stand under the shower for a few minutes while the water pressure sluices the salt all down and around your body. Salt is magnetic and absorptive and is wonderful for clearing unwanted energies.
And next time you see your cat watching invisible beings, try asking her to show you what she is seeing. You might just be surprised!
Hearing the Animals
What is this little guy saying?
Almost without exception, the first quandary a new student of animal communication poses goes something like this: “I feel like my animal is hearing what I’m telling him, but I don’t feel like I’m hearing what he’s trying to tell me!” One woman at a recent talk I gave expressed this common dilemma much more humorously: “Am I just imagining this, or is my dog sitting there looking at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world because I’m not getting what he’s trying to tell me?!” The funny thing about this is that she clearly WAS getting what her dog was trying to tell her (tho’ he probably would not have gone so far as to call her an ‘idiot’)!
The hardest part of learning how to communicate telepathically with animals is opening yourself up enough “psychically” to receive information from the subject in whatever form that might take. The next hardest part is trusting what you get! This opening is a state of being and, to put it very simplistically, allowing our brainwaves to slow way down. And it can be developed; it just takes practice.
In animal communication workshops we do lots of exercises to shift our brainwaves, slow down, tune in and relax. It’s an interesting process to watch people go through the shift — they often become very groggy or disoriented and by the end of the workshop are usually exhausted from wandering around in the ethers of the telepathic world, employing their brain in a way they aren’t used to.
But take heart. The shift into receptive mode and hearing the animals is not that hard overall, and there are many ways to get there. One of my favorite exercises, and one that is super effective for tuning in and being able to hear the animals is called Becoming an Animal. It’s one of Penelope Smith’s original exercises, and I use it in every workshop I teach. People love it, and it achieves amazing results.
Becoming an Animal is a meditative, almost hypnotic process, and it is easiest if you have someone to talk you through it while you sit relaxed and receptive. I’d suggest starting with one of your own animals and either look at them or at a picture of them. When you have them firmly in your mind you can shut your eyes if you like, as this may aid you in being able to experience fully what your animal is like and what he/she feels and senses.
When you are fully relaxed and have your animal well in mind, concentrate on synchronizing your breathing and then slowly visualize yourself shifting around until you are looking out through his eyes, experiencing his perceptions. At this point, slowly go through everything you can think of that you can sense from his point of view: how it feels to him to be happy or sad, to play his favorite game, go to his favorite spot. What does it feel like to walk on his legs or swim with his fins or fly with his wings. There is no end to what you can experience through animals’ bodies and minds, so use your imagination! When you finish, thank your animal and ever-so-slowly shift back around to your own body and fully separate from his.
This is an oversimplified version of this exercise, but I hope you get the idea. It’s a good idea to get permission first too, before “entering” an animal to feel its experiences, and tomorrow I will describe a very simple way to know if you have permission or not.
The African Elephant — A Nation in Peril — Part Two
My Painting of Benny
Enter “Benny,” one of the rescue elephants at Abu Camp. The camp is dedicated to rehabing elephants who have been in captivity, or rogue elephants who are being relocated, and returning them to the wild, and while they are in “rehab” they become part of the safari team. Benny was the oldest, biggest male on the team, over 40 and probably near six tons in weight, and had been at Abu several years when I met him. He had been brought from a zoo in America, where he had lived alone, on concrete for most of his life. He had become so neurotic he had sawed both his tusks off and caused neurological damage to one ear so that it was permanently folded forward.
When Benny first came to Abu his balance was so poor he had trouble walking on normal ground (not flat concrete), and he was scared to death to get in the water. And remember, elephants LOVE water! He was extra sensitive and the mahouts (the native handlers) took special care with him and extra precautions when he was ridden.
As luck would have it, yours truly was the one chosen to ride Benny on the first day in camp . . .
As Benny rose to his feet, after kneeling so he could be mounted, bearing me aloft to a towering height, I could sense his insecurities and delicate nature. I wanted badly to reach down and touch him on the neck, and send him a communique of understanding and gratitude, but realized that even a light touch like that from his rider might distract or confuse him. The mahout riding in front of me, on Benny’s neck, was being so focused and careful, I didn’t want to make the slightest misstep that could throw Benny off. So . . . hands off!
The ride was amazing and, even though I rode many other elephants during our stay, my time spent on top of the world — Benny — never came close to being matched.
Later that evening, I was asked by the camp management to communicate with Benny to see if I could help determine what they could do to help soothe his touchy digestive system (he often colicked). The talk I had with him later shook my world and left me depressed for days (yes, I did empathically take on too much of Benny’s feelings). His sad journey through life, and the desperation and pain he had experienced, rolled through me as he conveyed all that had happened. And this past was indeed what kept him in such a delicate state.
Many animals do not wish to revisit their past when it has involved abuse, discomfort, neglect, abandonment, or the many other unpleasant or downright horrible things they often subjected to. But not Benny. He wanted to pour out his heart, and was glad there was someone to listen. So he filled me up with pain — my choice — and I can only hope that it may have helped him empty his soul of it.
Benny cemented my dedication to the elephants, and, when I came home I began painting them in earnest. I love to paint, especially animals, but when I paint elephants my heart feels wide open and I can feel the energy of my subjects. I can only pray that conditions in Africa, for this important species on our planet, are managed and controlled in such a way as to insure its continuance. I mean, can you imagine a world without elephants?
The best part of this story is that Benny was finally released back into the wild and lived at liberty in his natural habitat the final years of his life. He did eventually meet his match in a battle with a wild bull elephant, and all who knew him have mourned his death, but at least we know he died in a way more natural to his ken.
It is my hope and prayer that all African Elephants be allowed to live and die in this natural way, and that we do our part to keep the species alive and well on our planet.
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If you are interested in helping the African Elephant, please check out Elephants for Africa, a non-profit research organization run by Kate Evans whom I met during my time spent at Abu Camp. All proceeds from the prints of my painting of Benny go to this organization so that this awesome and unique species will not disappear from our world.
The African Elephant — A Nation in Peril — Part One
A "Mock" Charge?! Sure Doesn't Feel Like One!
In the late spring of 2004, my brother, myself, and two friends set off on a 4-week photography safari in southern Africa. A gift to me from my bro, bless his soul. As you can imagine, such a trip was a dream come true for someone like me who lives, eats, and breathes animals and practices animal communication. It was the trip of a lifetime and changed mine forever.
There were many surprises along the way, however, the first being the shock of what it feels like to be in a place where humans are waaaaaaaaaaay down on the food chain. THAT took some getting used to and was certainly an humbling realization.
The culmination of the adventure was our last stop, Abu Camp, an elephant-back safari camp where one rode elephants out into the wild each day instead of 4-wheel drive vehicles. I have always been fascinated by elephants, so this was the part of the trip I had been looking forward to the most — the elephant experience.
I was, therefore, understandably confused and dismayed when, upon our very first elephant encounter while driving from the bush plane to our first camp, our first day on African soil, I found myself terrified by a young bull elephant who charged our vehicle. It was a mock charge (I later learned — he was just showing off), but what I picked up intuitively was the energy of the entire breeding herd that we had inadvertently and carelessly driven right through the middle of. NOT something that is recommended! Lucky for us it wasn’t the herd matriarch who charged us!
Elephants in the wild in Africa generally do not like “man” because of the decades of culling them and killing them and kidnapping their babies. They are very smart animals, and their family structure is key to every aspect of their culture and survival. What we have done to them has ruptured their existence to the extent that The New York Times actually published a special section a few years ago about this very phenomenon, called “Are We Driving the Elephants Crazy?” The answer, unfortunately, is yes. So, to put it simply, the elephants have it in for us.
My second day in Africa, on an after-dark “night drive,” we again inadvertently drove through a breeding herd. And this time a big female did take out after us and chased us as far as she could. “Terrified” does not begin to describe my feelings that night. While some in the Jeep were laughing hysterically, I really “got” this old girl’s message. If we had not been able to outrun her, she would have smashed our vehicle and killed whomever she could have. It happens all the time in Africa, elephants killing humans; you just don’t hear much about it.
So, after my first 48 hours in Africa, I was TERRIFIED of elephants in the wild!
…….. to be continued
A DAY IN THE LIFE ... of an animal communicator 