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Adam Dreamhealer

Dreamhealer Workshop Review
Los Angeles, March 7, 2010

by Lisa Larson

This weekend I attended the long awaited return of Adam Dreamhealer – http://www.dreamhealer.com – to Los Angeles. Adam-DreamhealerHis last event scheduled in L.A. had been cancelled, so we here in Southern California were ready. He didn’t disappoint.

Adam “Dreamhealer”, for those of you who don’t know, is a 22 year old energetic healer who discovered his gifts when he was 15 years old, by healing his mother of debilitating symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis. He then went on to give treatments to many people, including a Canadian musician by the name of Ronnie Hawkins. Hawkins had pancreatic cancer and had been given a death sentence by his doctors. Adam contacted Hawkins and, with nothing to lose, Hawkins agreed to allow Adam to treat him distantly with energetic healing. Hawkins is alive and well, living cancer free today. Hawkins is convinced that he has Adam to thank for that.

Adam wrote his first book “Dreamhealer: A True Story of Miracle Healings” when he was 16 years old and has since gone on to get degrees in molecular biology and biochemistry. He is currently working on a degree to become a naturopath.

The workshop started with a short video of testimonials intercut with clips of Adam doing group treatments. Frank, Adam’s father, introduced Adam by giving a casual bit of background on this amazing healer, and their journey of discovering his talents, not that most people in attendance didn’t know a lot of it already, but it was still fun to hear. His father seemed to be a very approachable.

When Adam came out, he got right to the point. There was no, “Hey, who here is from Philadelphia?” type nonsense to prime the crowd, no priming was needed.
Everyone there seemed to be interested in one thing, and one thing only, learning how to heal, whether it be for self or others.

Adam began with the scientific aspects about how our bodies, on a cellular level, work with regard to pain, illness and disease. What I found particularly interesting is how he explained the concept of light as energy and vice-versa. (At least, that’s what I got out of it.)

He then went on to prepping us for the healing treatment. Adam1This consisted of exercises of how to expand our aura, and how to merge it with others in the room. When the first treatment began, the energy was palpable. The only downside, I think, was the idea that we were experiencing something so remarkable, that many of us couldn’t decide what part of our body to work on for how long to utilize every nanosecond of what we were experiencing! When Adam told us to open our eyes and look at the energy, we all (all 300 of us) were engulfed in a mystical haze, visible to the naked eye. The experience of ‘sitting inside a communal aura’ was indescribable.

Before the second session started, there was an opportunity to buy Adam’s latest book, “Intention Heals”, upon which a lot of his lecture was based on, and to get it signed. His DVD (“Dreamhealer: Visualizations for Self-Empowerment”) was also available, which I had been on the fence about buying for some time, since all the same visualizations are the same as in his second book, “The Emerging DreamHealer, A Guide to Healing & Self Empowerment.” However, I did buy it, and I’m glad I did. It gives a clearer idea of how the visualizations work, over and above what is in the book. Unfortunately, it was only Intention Heals and the DVD that were available. Not that they were that great of a deal, you can probably get them cheaper on Amazon, but it would allow people to get them signed. (Of course, maybe that’s why they don’t do it, so he doesn’t have to take too much time to sign so many. They do ask that you not ask him questions during the signing, so that things keep moving.)

After lunch, Adam went a little deeper into some specific visualizations and we ended with another healing. I would have liked a brief list of suggested visualizations for more ailments (specifically, I would have liked to hear about injuries with respect to nerve and muscle damage), but he did give some suggestions, including one for Cancer and spent a fair amount of time on how cancer works and how to visualize removing it, one for lungs, and gave suggestions on what type of visualization to end with (the waterfall).

I did, however, like that the workshop was ended early enough in the day to get home at a reasonable time, given that so many people came from long distances to see him. If there were only one thing I would have changed about the workshop it is that I would have preferred it on a Saturday, rather than a Sunday. I would rather have traveled Friday night and come home Saturday afternoon so that I could have Sunday to rest and process the info rather than having to jump back into the week not having had any sort of weekend. But considering what I got out of it, it was well worth it. I would gladly return time and time again to attend these workshops if they were close enough for me to do so.

EyeKanaloaWhat I liked best about the information Adam gives is the combination of grounded, scientific data with the metaphysical, energetic process. As a huna practitioner, I see great similarities between Adam’s “intention heals’ concept and huna shamanistic healing techniques. While Adam’s information has more concentrated scientific data, and huna more of a psychological component, both are firmly grounded without the risk of too much esoteric ‘woo woo’ that chases so many people away.

Adam noted in his lecture that, in 1847, a physician named Ignaz Semmelweis advocated hand washing as a means of preventing disease. At the time, Semmelweis was reviled by the medical community for his ‘preposterous’ theories. Adam theorizes that as appalled as we are today to think that physicians didn’t wash their hands between surgeries and patients, is how appalled people 150 years from now will be when they look back at us and the idea that patients were not given an active role in their own health care.

It is my theory that 150 years from now, Adam will be as recognizable a name as Edgar Cayce, if not more. He could have done anything with his healing gift. He could have simply become the “healer of our lifetime.” But he chose (or should I say, ‘was chosen…’) to take the concept of energetic healing to a new level, combining science and intention to help people help themselves. Adam is only 22 years old. Through science, results and the years ahead, it’s anybody’s guess as to how far he may be able to drag the skeptical and unenlightened into the 21st century and beyond. #

Adam Dreamhealer’s Books:

Book 1:
Dreamhealer: A True Story of Miracle Healings
The story of how Adam discovered his abilities.

Book 2:
The Emerging DreamHealer, A Guide to Healing & Self Empowerment
Techniques to use to initiate self-healing.

Book 3:
The Path of the DreamHealer: My Journey Through the Miraculous World of Energy Healing
Discussion of how health is integrative, introduction of science with regard to healing with intention. I have not read this book yet, but I’m told it’s the most comprehensive as far as ‘putting it all together.’

Book 4:
Intention Heals, A Guide and Workbook
New insights on intention with prompting to help you ‘think’ about your intentions.

DVD:
Dreamhealer: Visualizations for Self-Empowerment
Animated visualizations with suggestions about how to visualize specific illnesses. (Also covered in book 2, but the animation adds a level of awareness of how to perform the visualizations.)

Adam’s Website is: http://www.dreamhealer.com

(If anyone sees any factual errors in this article, please contact me.)

Denise Schultz

INTERVIEWS WITH PROFESSIONAL COMMUNICATORS

denise-schultzDenise Schultz has had a healing practice for about 30 years. She has been a professional animal communicator and medical intuitive for over 10 years. She is a Reiki Master, a Yuen Method practitioner-in-training with over 1000 hours experience, a CMT (certified massage therapist) and a ULC Minister. She loves cats, cooking, cartoons, arts and crafts, music, singing, being in nature, and as many friends with fur, paws, hooves, scales, and feathers as she can fit in a day.

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How do you describe animal communication to those who are unfamiliar with what it is?

Animals communicate with each other in many ways, including telepathy. That is their native language, and how animals of different species can communicate with each other. Humans can also use telepathy. We are trained to ignore it while quite young, in favor of verbal language. But it is possible to regain our awareness and stop blocking it out. I have spent a lot of time doing this, but it can also happen in an instant, for anyone, without training.

What tips would you give to students of animal communication who are just starting out?

I am answering these remarks in a way that often assumes you are pros and that you are working, getting paid, etc. I know this is not necessarily the case, but I want you to feel what it is like to approach animal communication professionally. It is good for the animals and for you, to see it this way.

• Take a Reiki class. This is the best way I know to increase your sensitivity and awareness to energy. It will help you to recognize telepathy, and give you a healing skill you can use in your communication. Find someone who will teach the three levels separately, with time in-between levels to assimilate your healing skills and to practice with humans and animals. Don’t settle for someone who teaches two or three levels in one or two weekends. That is a disservice to Reiki, to the animals, and to you.

• We are not just translators. We can do a lot more with our sensitive, caring insight than just translate. Inter-species counseling skills are very valuable, and two of the best places I know to study are with Penelope Smith (http://www.animaltalk.net) and Dr. Jeri Ryan (http://www.assisianimals.org/). Also, not all counseling skills are gained in certification or training. Spiritual counseling is at the center of many communication practices. You will need to explore this in your own life, not just with your teachers and mentors.

• Start or increase your meditation practice. Don’t freak out! This is EASY! You can use Google shopping to find a meditation CD which uses “binaural beat” encoding. That means that you will wear headphones, and the sounds delivered to the two ears will be distinct from each other. Binaural beat meditation automatically creates theta brainwaves (deep meditation) by the relation between the two different sounds reaching the two hemispheres of your brain. Some brand names are HemiSync (which holds the original patent) and HoloSync, and many other versions are available; I especially like the ones with nature sounds. We have been culturally trained that meditation is difficult to do and that it’s hard to maintain a schedule of it. Neither is true.

Binaural beat meditation is a technology which delivers meditation to us. Once you begin to experience the benefits, it is not so hard to commit to the schedule. Meditation is helpful for fine-tuning your awareness, and for your well-being and ability to deliver communication on demand when necessary. Listen to the CD once a day if possible. It is important not to only listen to it just before you go to sleep. Theta brainwaves are either deep meditation or lighter sleep. If you are too tired, you will sleep instead of meditating. Many people will fall asleep sometime during the CD, but if you are awake at least part of the time, you will get the benefits of the meditation and not just the sleep.

• Find a mentor. They may be an animal communicator, a vet, a priest, or that old lady you always meet at the store. It’s up to you to attract the right person for you. This is someone who will help you to achieve depth in your work. Whatever your native skills already are, they will add new facets to your awareness.

• As soon as you can, consider charging for your work. It helps clients to take you seriously, and they put more into the session in order to get more out of it. Also things that increase your sense of professionalism are good for you and good for the field. You can start with a lower price, or work by donation if you wish.

• And saving the best for last, my number one tip is: work with animals whom you don’t already know! This is surprising for many people, who assume they will do best with animals in their own family. Not true! With our own animal family we have an inherent bias, because we are stakeholders. We want Skippy to eat his dinner in the kitchen and not drag it onto the rug, or Bella to stop hunting birds in the back yard. That is not the place to start. Those are advanced negotiations, because we are family.

Would an MD start to do surgery on their own family? No! In my animal family, when things get serious, I call another communicator. If you start by trying to practice with your own animal family, you may never find out how good you really are. It is similar when working with friend’s animals whom you know pretty well. Especially as a beginner, it is much harder to differentiate between your rational mind and your intuitive awareness when it is someone you know ahead of time. So give yourself a break and try communicating with animals you don’t know that well. Where there is an absence of rational knowledge about the situation, the ‘still small voice’ of your intuition can be heard more easily. (*Note from Caat: Couldn’t agree more. This is why I started this practice board, so people could practice on animals they don’t know!)

Can you share some verifiable questions to ask the animals for people just starting out?

I believe pursuing verifiable questions, especially at the beginning, is the wrong direction to go. We want to build relaxation, for ourselves, the clients, and especially for the animals. Relaxation creates openness to the information that is already there.

Have you ever asked someone a direct question and they answer about something else entirely? The doctor might ask you, ‘how is your hand’? And you don’t really care about your hand, you’re really worried about this mole on your face – is it a skin cancer? So you start talking about the mole. Imagine that most animals may never have had the opportunity for a real communication. Now that they have your full attention, maybe they don’t want test questions, maybe they want to talk!

I find that verification comes much more easily in the course of an unstructured conversation. For example, I would never have thought to ask a cat, ‘how many water bowls do you have, and where are they’, but during the course of the communication, he reveals that he has three bowls, and with each of them he has to turn his back to foot traffic. He would rather his people moved the bowls away from the wall, so he could have his back to the wall, and not worry that someone is going by his tail while he’s drinking. The client was amazed at the level of verifiable detail, but the quest was not for verification, it was for what the cat needed. This cat was having kidney problems, and making drinking easier for him was very important.

Really, I believe that in all communication the animal is more important than our human effort to improve or verify our skill as communicators. If we just put the animal first, it all goes so much better, for everyone! If you conduct a ‘normal’ conversation (rather than directly pursuing verification), much verifiable information will arise, without the tense struggle to be right, and get a telepathic ‘hit’.

Do you lean more towards getting your messages visually, audibly, or sentiently, or is it a combination of all. Does it change with the animal?

People tend to have a native style. Animals tend to have their own native style. I tend to get a gestalt (overall awareness greater than the sum of the parts). We all adapt to make it possible to get the information across. I believe there are the main styles or channels, like getting visual or auditory information, feeling physical sensations, feeling emotions, and so forth, but also there are a surprising number of communicators who get information in the form of song lyrics! You never know how the information will arrive. I find the primary quality of communication is not the channel by which it arrives, but the amount of energy with which it is delivered.

Many animals will ask for specific foods or supplements, even some I have never heard of before ? like the horse who asked for a blood builder and telepathically showed me the label on the bucket, and it turned out another horse in that barn was getting that supplement and he wanted it, too. So product and treatment requests are a kind of channel too. I worked with some bees having trouble with mites, who asked to be smudged with untreated tobacco. It turns out that is a very old beekeepers trick. Many times I have had animals tell me specific acupuncture points or other information which I have no training in, and the vets verify that was the correct point, or the client says, ‘oh, yes, the vet is already working that point’. It is as if there is a vibrational awareness of everything that is in our heads or theirs, in current or past culture, and they will do whatever it takes to get the message across.

Do you use the sense of smell or taste? If so, how does one become more proficient at that?

They communicate the information in a vibrational way which is not necessarily tied to my actual organs of sense. Animals may show me smells and tastes which I cannot recognize and colors which I cannot see, but there is a vibrational quality, even if it is outside of my personal abilities to recognize it with my own senses. My proficiency comes from being willing to stay with those unrecognizable sensations until I find a correlation with something recognizable to me or other humans working with the animals. So if I describe a smell and I find myself making a particular face, I describe my funny face to the client too, and she says, ‘oh Mickey always makes that face when I give him his probiotics’. To me, probiotics have no smell, but in this way Mickey establishes that we are talking about the probiotics, and his message was, ‘I don’t like the smell, but they’re helping me’.

Why do you do what you do (communicate with animals)? And how do you feel it benefits humanity? How do you feel it benefits the animals?

I communicate with animals because I love it more than anything. I feel more whole and more right with the world, more in the service of the Divine, when doing this than anything else. I believe this world is entirely out of balance too far to the benefits and rights of humans at the expense of animals and plants and the Gaia essence of the whole planet. The benefit is that I give animals a voice in the world which they have not had for most of human existence. And just maybe, giving their voice an outlet, one-at-a-time in consultations, or many-at-a-time in articles and books, we can shift the balance in their favor.

Humans can become more responsible and committed to benefit animals, plants, and the planet, and animals can come back into the better balance they deserve if we do so. A vet just sent me an article that said that three Canadian MDs are trying to force Canadian legislation that would keep animals out of the cabin on commercial air flights, to protect humans with allergies. This vet movingly described how he had been called on to examine a cat who was dead, frozen stiff from riding in an unheated cargo hold. He asked, how can we justify that we are the only species that matters?

I believe that animal communication helps the individual animal to have their say, ask for help, become a ‘person’ in our eyes, and helps to shift human understanding to include animals as more important in their own lives and to the planet than just being companions and working animals to us.

What would you recommend to students who are juggling with their full time jobs and/or school and/or children and trying to squeeze in time to do AC?

I know a high school student, 16, who makes time to study American Sign Language (ASL), a college course, when he already has an 8 AM to 6 PM schedule 5 days a week, including an after-school job, plus tutoring younger students, plus his own homework and extracurricular activities, friends, etc. He does the ASL course because it is important to him to be able to communicate with the deaf. If he can do it, so can we.

I think we get caught up in the ‘how’. How do we find time to do it? How do we get good at it? It is better to say: today, I will spend five minutes doing some little piece. I will go online and find a meditation CD. I will join an animal mentors call. I will hold up two different cans of food to my cat (knowing she can’t read the label or smell inside a steel can) and just notice that she sniffs at them, then chooses one. I will listen to the grackles in the tree at sundown, and just see if I can get any sensations or information from it. Communication begins with awareness. We have at least some time every day to explore our awareness.

Over time these efforts add up, and over the years as we get choices to eliminate something else from our packed day (now your son is in preschool, now your daughter has a job, your husband is retired) we will find the time to do more of this, because it matters. Animal communication is something to be doing for your whole life. If you can’t afford or don’t have the time for a course or a book this year, maybe next year.   Tell your friends that it matters to you, and they will bring you their stories. That is how we get more time for it. If we only think about wanting more time for it when we don’t have it, and we give up, that is a loss to us and the animals. Think about the big picture, finding time over the course of your lifetime. Opera singers and sports teams schedule for years ahead, you can too!

What would you recommend to students who shy away from practicing because they feel they’re “making it up?”

I say, try really making it up. Don’t fight it, go with it. Write some fiction from the animal in question. Then when you have really made it up, notice that some parts of what you wrote feels real to you, but there is an edge, a contrast with other things. Your rational mind will do some of the making up, and your intuitive sense will say yes and no to the things which are real and not real. You are learning to calibrate yourself by noticing what feels real and what doesn’t.

An example of calibration is this: one time I observed a chiropractor working with a client’s dog. After a particular spinal adjustment, the dog told me she was thirsty. I asked for a break for the dog to get a drink. The client said, “I heard that! But it was so soft.” I said, “There is your calibration; you are listening to find that very soft voice. Now that you recognize it, it will be much easier.” Then the dog went and drank a whole bowl of water!

Do you see how it is better to find calibration and verification where they just show up in the course of the conversation? The calibration gets easier with practice. But don’t make verification the center of your practice. Then you will be practicing to make things hard. Make relaxation the center of your practice, and you will be practicing to make things easy.

When skeptics challenge you, how do you handle it?  Do you answer at all, and if so, how do you respond?

This one is worth a whole article in itself, but I will try to hit the high points. I deal with it on a case-by-case basis; just as a stand-up comedian does not have a one-size-fits-all response to hecklers.
Some skeptics just want to know if I believe in my own work. I can tell them I’ve been confirmed by X rays, MRIs, blood and urine tests, acupuncturists, vets, and chiropractors, etc. Things animals have told me about their households have been verified by clients, neighbors, other family members, etc. My stories are so specific and there are so many of them that people tend to see that I couldn’t have made it all up.

Even skeptics have animals who need their needs met. I will try to help everyone I can, within the conditions listed below.

When a client is dissatisfied with a consultation, I give them a refund, immediately and in full. I will suggest several colleagues for them to consult if they want to continue with animal communication now or in the future. I don’t want the animal to lose the chance to have a voice if there was a bad fit between the client and me. I like to assume that someone with a different style or tone could accomplish a connection which I did not. Very often in these cases the difficulty is that the animal has needs or opinions which conflict with the client. Also after we get off the phone, I take a moment to explain to the animal what happened, and let them know I will hold them in my prayers, for them to get their needs met. I ask the animal, if they have a chance to talk with another communicator, to please give that person the chance to accomplish what I did not, and not to give up hope.

Sometimes I am not able to reach the animal – they may not have a good feeling about me, not want certain things looked at, they may be skeptical animals: ‘I’ve talked to humans before and it didn’t go very well.’ These are most delicate consultations. I try to find out what they want without directly asking. If I can get them talking, I can probably help them.

Skeptics in general are challenging us to prove things to them. They may ask trick questions, or even make up an animal to test us. Usually you can feel the dark and sticky energy around those people, and avoid working with them. You can say you are not taking any new clients right now, etc. Trust your intuition about the client, not just the communication.

Some skeptics are genuine explorers, really wanting to believe there is more to the world than their rational minds can perceive. These people are more worth working with. But I tell them straight out: you have to give your animal permission to speak freely to me, or they will sense your distrust of animal communication and/or me, and clam up. If a child sensed that their mother did not trust a stranger, they might not talk, or say weird things to throw the stranger off track. This can happen with animals too, and unfortunately it can set up the animal for multiple disappointments, with other communicators, vets, etc.

“First do no harm” is a good policy.  If the session is not going well, and you push too hard, you can harden the person against trying with another communicator. If you feel like it is not working, say so. It is okay to say the “intensity” (I don’t say the client’s ‘tension’) makes it kind of hard for me to hear what the animal has to say, so maybe we could try another time, or another practitioner, etc.

You may have a specialty which makes you a better fit for some kinds of clients than others. Get to know other communicators (even if you are all just getting started), so you have a referral network. I have a colleague who excels at after-death contacts. I’m good at that too, but if a particular session is not working, I can refer that client to her, because they may be a better fit. I have a colleague who specializes in flower essences (and in her hands it is both an art and a science, amazing). In those cases where I feel this is not something that a ‘talking cure’ will help, which needs vibrational healing, I can refer those clients to her. Kay Aubrey Chimene, of Grand Adventures Ranch, is the best bio-nutritional therapist I have ever found. Usually even a skeptic who does not believe in ‘healing’ or ‘talking’, can get help for the animal’s physical well-being from Kay. Wherever a skeptic runs into a stopping point with me, I am looking for something they can fit into their world view, which will help the animal.

I have a scientific background, so I am often a good fit for scientists and medical practitioners. Recently, for over a year, every new client was a nurse, a nurse-practitioner, or an MD, with the sole exception of a PhD geologist! I ease their skepticism by being able to speak their language.  Here is a case where “Know thyself” comes in handy. This is where I fit into the referral network from other communicators to me.

Some skeptics are wanting to expand, some to attack. I try to spend time with the former, and defuse the latter. Be aware that they may be polite to your face, and then get off the phone and talk it over with their spouse and then ask for a refund. It is even okay to provide a refund if they do not request one. I may have done a fine job, but I can still tell they are not comfortable. If I get off the phone and it does not feel right, sometimes I call or email them and say, “There will be no charge for this session because I don’t think it went as well as I would like. I hope you will try animal communication again with someone who is a better fit for you and your animal, and these are several colleagues I recommend.

In all cases I want to be an ambassador for animalkind, and for animal communication. If I can’t accomplish either of those things, then it is okay to let go and go.

How do different communicators work? (Great question, Denise. Thanks for that.)

Did you know that some communicators only take the questions beforehand, work ‘offline’, then give you a report afterwords by email or phone?
Others work only in person.
Some have to have a picture before the session.
Some want no information before the session at all, or they feel it gets stale.

I don’t work with pictures because they tend to tie me to the time the picture was taken, instead of now. I work much better on the phone than in person. I discovered I have a ‘quiet zone’ near me where I don’t hear as well. I have come to understand that this keeps me from going crazy with the overwhelming amount of information I would get from walking into a store or anywhere there are a lot of people. But my own cat family gets a little frustrated with how dense I can be sometimes. ‘You want food, food, food, right?’ . . . ‘No! It was to scoop the litter box!’ 😉

So maybe one of these alternate ways of working fits you better. Or maybe you have another way, or will start with the easiest one of these for you, but add other ways as you get more experience. Just keep at it. You have a whole lifetime of animal experiences ahead of you.

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Thank you sooooo much, Denise, for your insight, time and effort.

You can find Denise at:

Website: www.deniseschultz.net
Blog: www.deniseschultz.com
Voicemail: (530) 926-1160

Denise says: I do animal communication, energy healing, and mentoring. My most recent mentoring client is a real treat. She is a young vet, several years out of vet school, who told me that she learned more about holistic vet care from me in an hour than she did from 2 years of belonging to a monthly holistic vet club (Yea!).

And you know what, some of it I learned on my own, but a lot of it I learned from the animals and the clients. It is the continuing experience that fills my knowledge banks. That is why I am more in favor of mentoring relationships than certification procedures. We need the kind of breadth that we can only get with experience. Because the cases come up in a practice, not during a class, a mentor can bring you into more situations than a class will.

Tarot Thoughts for Spring

EIGHT OF WANDS
illum-w8 Illuminated Tarot

Springtime is a time of renewal and abundance. Our lives begin to flow again after the long winter and the disruption of the holidays. We’ve spent our time thinking about all of the things we want to do in the new year, and now it’s time to pare down and organize those thoughts into something that can be manifested.

If we look at our goals with optimism and a sincere spiritual love, then our options are limitless. We can soar as high as we want to go in any creative endeavor we choose, before landing back down, further on in our lives, solidly in a place of abundance to integrate both growth and stability into our lives.

Analysis:
— Abundance & renewal: GREEN GRASS
— Life beginning to flow again: RIVER
— Pare down & organize; manifestation: EIGHT
— Optimism: YELLOW
— Spiritual love: PINK & PURPLE
— Creative endeavor: WANDS
— Stability: HOUSE IN THE DISTANCE

Negotiating with Terrorists…

… of the cat variety.
(Written some years ago.)
puma2The attack started at 7:15 this morning. The cries started out as short bursts and increasingly became moanful and pitiful. I hadn’t gotten to sleep until 12:30, my husband not until 2:00, but the mitigating factor was that we have a guest in the house, my sister-in-law, from Ireland.

We have a policy not to give in to these terrorist tactics — she has a full bowl of dry food sitting out for whenever she gets hungry. We freshen that food and her water every day. Today it was not acceptable. Nothing but wet food (ie: attention) would do.

She cried. We layed in bed trying to ignore her. (l learned in my master’s program that the most effective way to extinguish negative behavior is to ignore it. But this is no ordinary feline.) She moaned. I closed my eyes. She caterwauled. I put my pillow over my head. She pulled out the big guns.

Jumping up onto the bed, she sat next to my head and put her paw on my lips. I pet her. I cuddled her. I made her purr. This was my first mistake. Negotiations had taken place. She jumped down and began to cry again. Surely my houseguest must be awake by now. My husband certainly was.

“Just ignore her,” he said. “Well,” I said, “On one hand, maybe she’s hungry. On the other hand, she has dry food. On the third hand, maybe she just wants attention. On the forth hand, I’m giving her that every time she comes up on the bed…” “I think you have your answer then,” my husband replied. “I do?” I said. “What’s that?” “Just ignore her.” I sighed.

The pitiful moans continued. She jumped up, she jumped down. She went into the kitchen and cried more. I went out and mixed up her dry food. She would have none of it. I got back into bed. My husband looked up, bleary-eyed, and shook his head. “Well, what am I suppose to do?” I whined. He closed his eyes.

I quieted her down for a while, when she came up again, by lightly tugging at her collar while simultaneously petting her. She wanted to get down and cry, but the struggle wasn’t fierce. I cuddled her. She got up and began crying again. “Should I just go give her her wet food?” I asked. “Whatever.”

“Ok, Puma. There’s your food.” I got back into bed. DH looked at me, shook his head and said, “You know, she’s only going to take hostages tomorrow.” “Whatever,” I said. We closed our eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Tick, tick, tick. “Meeeeeeoooooowwwwwwww.” “Oh, my God. You’ve got to be kidding!” There Puma sat, in the doorway, giving me a look that shot arrows. DH said, “It’s because you haven’t been around since my sister came.” “That’s got to be it,” I said. “Nothing is satisfying her but my complete and undivided attention.”

We layed there. She layed there …. staring….. glaring….. Tick, tick, tick…… “Wanna get up?” He said. “I guess.”

So SIL is still asleep. DH and I are finished reading the paper, Puma has a full belly and is sitting on my lap. She’s being as quiet as a mouse. I’m certain that more hostages will be taken tomorrow. Really….negotiating with terrorists is not a smart thing to do.

In Memory of The Liberal Lion

The historical magnitude of the passing of Sen. Ted Kennedy is almost incomprehensible. Not only is his passing the passing of a life, but it is the passing of a dynasty.

So often, especially of late, we see powerful people with lots of money and the legacy they leave in their lives is one of greed and corruption, leaving a taste of contempt in the mouths of those less fortunate who witness their self-serving ways.

But this dynasty, the Kennedy dynasty, gives us pause with our bittersweet memories of all this family has gone through, moving past their own human frailties and tragedies, to work tirelessly and altruistically to help the poor and downtrodden.

In looking at all Ted Kennedy accomplished in his life, it makes one wonder what might have been had all of the Kennedy’s been able to fulfill their destiny. But depending on one’s belief system, maybe they did.

And maybe Ted Kennedy is today.

For my entire life, there has been no more important issue to me than health care. Clearly, no other issue was as important to Ted Kennedy. For that, he is my hero.

But I think his work is not done. I think, perhaps, maybe he timed this very well and very purposefully. By all accounts, he should have died in early 2008. But he hung on. And in a spiritual way, I think that he waited until this moment to leave his physical body and pass onto the other side. I think that he has just given his life for health care.

Perhaps his high self realized that he could do more in death than he had ever been able to do in the biggest political fights he had in life. A strong proponent of Universal Health Care (now called ‘single-payer’) it is inevitable that congress can go through this fight now without thinking of him. I think he left when he felt it was the most helpful to leave.

Furthermore, I truly believe that he feels, at this point, he can do more to finish his 40 year battle to pass significant health care reform from the other side.

Spirit works in mysterious ways. The spirit of a cause, for the good of all, finds a way to prevail. In life or in death we, the American People, have an ally in Ted Kennedy. We were so blessed to have had it in life, and now we have it in spirit. I have faith that he will not let us down.

Be well on the other side, Mr. Kennedy. Rejoice in your reunions. We thank you for all you’ve done for us but, with your help, we will not let you down in death. So many lives depend on it.

A Tarot Story

THGIS OF THE DEEP

Once upon a time there was a dolphin, named Thgis, who roamed the sea. He was a big, strong, powerful dolphin and all of the other fish in the sea depended on him and looked up to him. He enjoyed this status, but sometimes he felt as though there was something missing. dolphin

One night, a very still, dark night in the doldrums, while all of the other fish were sleeping, he looked up and saw the stars shimmering brightly through the surface of the water. “How beautiful,” he thought. “There’s so much more of the world and beyond to discover. I’m always so concerned with thinking about being what I’m supposed to be in my world that I never have the time to experience another.” So he took a deep breath and rolled over on his back to soak in the essence of the stars. As he lay there in quiet contemplation, he began to notice one star stand out. It started to become brighter. In fact, the light that emanated from this star became so bright that he felt as though he were being enveloped by it. Just then, the water began to ripple. “This can’t be,” thought Thgis. “The night is still as a sleeping lamb.” But the circular ripples began to spread creating a show of long beams of light. As Thgis looked closer, a vision appeared; a beautiful vision of a woman. She had long, silken hair, and eyes that sparkled like diamonds. On her back were majestic wings of violet. She was kneeling down with a pitcher of water in each hand, pouring one into the ocean and the other onto land. Mesmerized, Thgis began to swim towards her, but just as he reached the surface of the water, she disappeared. As quickly as the ripples had started, once again it was still. Underwater_worldThis frightened and confused him terribly. He dove quickly back down to hide in the depths of the sea where he felt safe and comfortable. Being careful not to wake the other fish, he found an isolated rock to hide behind…but still, there was some unknown feeling that he couldn’t seem to shake. As he peered out from behind his little cubby hole, there it was — that beam of light! It appeared to be following him; yet, it didn’t seem menacing. “Surely,” he thought, “if it wanted to get to me, it could.” But it just seemed to be near by. Always near enough by, no matter where he swam, that he could go and be enlightened by it if he so chose. It seemed to be calling to him, yet never imposing.

Finally, he could stand it no longer. He swam closer to investigate and much to his surprise, instead of feeling anxiety, the closer he got, the more peaceful he felt. As he entered the ring of light, he felt it enter him. A rush of emotions overcame him as he was lifted by the light. Slowly, his suspension in the water transformed into his being suspended in space above the water. Higher and higher he rose. In the stillness of the night, the stars reflected on the water as if it were glass. The stars seemed to reach the horizon and their reflection met the sky; it were as if it was one. Then the earth kept becoming smaller and smaller until it became just another star.

The light grew stronger and stronger and pulled him in directions he had never felt before. It frightened him, but at the same time fascinated him. All of a sudden, he experienced what felt like an explosion and found himself lying on a beach. beachThe sun was shining bright and warm and it felt good on his body. But he was scared. He had been beached. How could a dolphin survive on dry land? He tried to roll back down to the water, but as he turned, he looked upon some sunflowers and ivy. There, in the midst of a garden, stood a handsome gentleman cloaked in red, wearing a white tunic. “Who are you?” asked Thgis. “I am The Magician,” said the man. “I am here to guide you on your journey to the integration of the passion and purity you desire.” “But, how shall I live?” replied Thgis, “I am a dolphin, I can not live on dry land.” To which The Magician replied, “You are a dolphin only in the earthly bounds of your confinement; however, here, you are not bound by earth and sea. Here, you are in your heart and soul, a higher place of yourself…and you have all of the tools you need to survive and prosper.” And with those words he dissipated into thin air.

Much to the amazement of Thgis, he looked down and had legs with which to walk. He stood. He squished the wet sand through his toes. He looked out upon a world as he had never seen before. The blueness of the sky met the blueness of the ocean at a sharp and clear horizon. Whitecaps danced on the surface of the sea to the harmony of the wind through the palms and the waves upon the shore. Behind him extended a lush, green, tropical valley. Looking at this, Thgis said to himself, “Surely, this place must be heaven.”

Suddenly, like thunder, he heard the gallop of hooves approaching. Racing past him were two royal knights on horseback, riding like the wind. Abruptly, they stopped, turned, and advanced upon Thgis coming to a screeching halt at his feet.

Startled, Thgis could say nothing to these two regal, imposing figures. One was fair, with blue eyes and sand-colored hair. He held in his hand a golden cup encrusted with jewels and filled with white and red roses. The other was dark, with chocolate-brown eyes and an aura the color of fire. In his hand he held a magic wand. Extending the wand in front of Thgis’ eyes, the knight said, “focus.” No other words were spoken, but Thgis knew he was to follow.

The knights led him to a path at the foot of the valley. The Knight of Cups gave him two flowers, one red and one white. The Knight of Wands then gave him a magic wand and said, “focus.” They then rode off.

Thgis looked at the flowers. He tucked them away in his heart as a gift. He then looked at the wand. He knew instinctively that touching this wand was the beginning of his spiritual growth and psychic freedom. He also knew that once he took the magic to be his own, he could never turn back. The magic overcame him. He had begun his journey.

Thgis walked only a short way before he came to a crossroads. There, before him, stood a young man with golden hair, a knapsack on his shoulder and a dog at his feet. path2Thgis asked, “Whatever shall I do? I am lost here, and confused. I don’t know what road to take.” To which the young man replied, “All roads lead to the same mountaintop…if you are willing to take the risk.” “What risk?” asked Thgis. “For all that is gained, some shall be lost, yet there is no loss so great as the lack of, or loss of, true inner knowledge. Our search is our journey here today. Ask your guide within.” “Who are you?” asked Thgis. “Some call me a fool, but only those who deny themselves the true gift of wisdom be one and the same.” Upon those parting words, the young man headed off down a path less traveled, his faithful dog in tow.

Thgis stood bewildered for some time, not knowing which way to turn. So he closed his eyes and listened to his heart. His heart answered with the sound of a babbling brook off in the distance. The path that followed that sound is the path he chose.

As the rush of the water became clearer, he began to see a vision before him. There, perched on the path, between two pillars, one white and one black, sat a dark-haired priestess, draped in flowing blue. In her hand she held a scroll; behind her loomed the lush of papaya and banana trees. At her feet was a bright, crescent glow. Not knowing how to speak in the presence of what he thought might be royalty, he said, “In what manner shall I pass here, M’Lady?”, to which she replied, “You should be so bold, sir, as to ask such a forward question of someone you do not know.” “I meant no disrespect.” he said. “What knowledge is it that you desire?” she asked. Thgis thought for a moment and then responded, “I see the moon at your feet; you hold great secrets of within. I come from deep beneath the waterline. My abilities are evident, this I know, yet, I see not what’s before me because of all that is around me. I search to find that which is within my own depth. I seek to see that which I know in my heart to be true…and that which I know in my heart to be mine.” “To seek is to be attained, my son,” she replied, “sit here about my feet.”

No sooner did Thgis approach the feet of this beautiful, secretive lady, than he found himself in the rush of the waterfall that was her gown. waterfallWaterfall after brook, and waterfall after brook he did swim, down and around sunlit hills and valleys. Guided by his magic wand, he wound around huge oaks and weeping willows. As he passed meadows and fields, he could hear the laughter and singing of muses, and of all living things. He could hear joy backed by the music of lutes.

After a days journey into night, he swam down one last waterfall and into a pond. There, as he emerged from the rippling water, he once again saw the crescent glow of the moon…the same mysterious glow that sat at the feet of the priestess. Only now, the sounds had changed; no longer did he hear the babbling water and the lutes, the sounds now, here in the darkness, were of the distant crack of thunder and the howling of wolves.

Making his way onto land, he was confronted by a two pair of golden eyes peering at him in the darkness. “Oooowww,” someone howled. “Oooowww.” “Don’t let him scare you,” came another voice. The first was a wolf, thick and smoky grey, yet through his massive coat Thgis could see the purest white fur laying on the underside. The other was a dog with a golden coat that shimmered like that of Pele’s hair. “Oooowww,” again, howled the wolf. “Like I said,” said the dog, “he always howls like that at the full moon.” “But the moon is not full,” said Thgis. “No,” responded the dog, “in the hearts of wolves, the moon is always full. I am Heart, Heart the Dog. I am here to show you that what lies within can stay with you…out.” “And I am Shadow,” said the wolf. “Wolf Shadow. I am here to show you that what lies beneath can be let out. The journey ahead is a long one, you must let us guide you.” “Gladly,” said Thgis, for he was not too proud.

So they set out upon their journey through the darkness of night, with only the pale luminance of the moon to light their way. “Listen carefully, dear Thgis, listen to your Heart, Heart the Dog. He knows what makes you happy.” Wolf Shadow continued. “But mind you, dear Thgis Heart, your shadow, Wolf Shadow, is not dark. I know your secrets and howl only to wake the sleeping. Wolf Shadow will protect you if you allow him to play.”

As they journeyed on through the night, the thunder grew louder and more ominous. Suddenly, there was a crack of lightning that lit up the entire sky and in that moment revealed two huge stone towers standing on either side of the path. Thgis cowered at the sight. There was then another bolt, and another and another. LunarcoronaWolf Shadow turned and howled, “Oooowww. There is no blending of the soul, of Shadow and Heart, without passing through the towers of change! You are protected if you follow Heart.” Then Wolf Shadow disappeared.

Frantically, Thgis looked around, but Heart the Dog was nowhere to be seen. Thgis was petrified, he had had enough. He ran for cover in one of the towers. Once inside, though, there was a thunderous clanking and there looming before him was a monstrous, red-eyed, beast-devil. In his hands were leashes made of chains with people and creatures at the end of those chains. “I want to go home!” cried Thgis. “Come!” roared the beast-devil, “I will guide you.” “No!” cried Thgis, “You will chain me up and keep me here forever!” To which the beast-devil replied, “I do not keep my children, they come and go as they please…can you not see that?” And sure enough, as Thgis looked at the collars, as he looked at the chains, he could see that no one was there because they had to be, any one of them could have easily slipped out of the noose around their neck and walked away. “But why are they here?” pleaded Thgis, smiling-devil“Why don’t they leave?” “Because I make a comfortable home for them,” said the beast-devil, “They do not see me as you see me here now…I protect them from their own foolish choices. Come, look what I have prepared for you.” Thgis then turned to see a great ocean with all types of sea creatures, and the sun beaming down. Quite frankly, it looked inviting to him, yet he was skeptical. “Why are you here?” he asked one of the porpoises, to which the porpoise replied, “This is our world and we are comfortable in it. No one makes us stay. Here, we have no decisions to make. We just live our lives unaffected.” “Is that enough?” thought Thgis. “Come join us, friend,” said the porpoise, “you will be comfortable too.” But this time when the porpoise spoke, there was a strange resemblance to the voice of the beast-devil who was, now, nowhere to be seen. Thgis began to be lulled into the enchantment of the scene, but snapping to his senses he cried, “No! I will never be this stagnant!” and he turned and ran as fast as he could.

Through deafening thunder, across the darkened path he ran, dodging lightning bolts and falling debris. Into the other tower he ran for cover, but as he entered, the noise and commotion abruptly stopped! Everything was strangely quiet….except for the sound of a faint creaking. The inside of the tower was dimly lit with candles and lanterns. There were many rooms and hallways. Thgis followed the sound. Looking into room after room, the sound grew louder as he came closer. Finally, he came upon a room whereby there were three women spinning a woolen tapestry on a spinning wheel. One of the women was softly humming a haunting tune.

“Hello,” said Thgis. “Yes sir, how can we help you?” one of the women replied. “I am very far from home,” said Thgis, “and I would very much appreciate it if you could help me get back.” “I’m sorry,” said an old woman, “that is no longer possible.” “What do you mean, no longer possible?” asked Thgis. “Just that,” said the woman, “it is no longer possible.” “ I don’t understand,” said Thgis. He was becoming distraught at the thought. “Come sit awhile,” said the third woman, “you can hold my lambs wool for me.” Thgis sat.spinning-wheel “Did you notice how quiet it got when you arrived?” asked the woman. “Yes.” replied Thgis. She continued. “Almost as quiet as a lamb sleeping…wouldn’t you agree?” she said, asking the others. “Quite.” “Quite,” they replied. Thgis just sat bewildered. “Do you see this spinning wheel, Thgis?” “Yes….yes, how did you know my name?” “Oh, we know all about you; you see, my name is Fate, and this is Faith, and this is Time. The wool you’re holding is the unknown thread of your life. Look here, it is your tapestry we spin.” “I don’t understand,” said Thgis again. “Here, let us show you.” With that, Time, the old woman, layed out an unfinished work of art that Thgis recognized as the events of his life. The sight touched him deeply. Fate went on. “So you see, we can’t stop the wheel once it has begun to spin. It would ruin the work, and there’s so much left to finish. — Do you understand, now, why you can’t turn back?” “I guess so,” said Thgis, “but it doesn’t help my confusion any, I still don’t know where to go from here.” To which Faith replied, “There’s only one direction to go, that is forward. Follow us, we will guide you.” At that, Fate took a candle off the wall and they began to ascend a spiral stone staircase.

Up and up they climbed, led only by the yellow flickering of the flame. Bats screeched and the air grew colder as they rose. Thgis thought back upon his life. In his mind, he looked upon the tapestry that had been spread out before him. So many things had brought him to this place, things that were clearly meant to be, and now, as they reached the window below the rafters at the apex, he looked out upon his future. But he could see nothing; it was dark and unknown. “Why have you brought me here?” Thgis asked Fate. “It is here where you begin or end your journey, my dear Thgis. It is here where you fall or fly. You have seen those who have fallen, they are at the end of a chain, bound by their indecision and fear.” “And those who fly?” asked Thgis. To which Faith responded, “You have seen them also, they are the angels in your life. They are the winged messengers who inspire creative thought.” “But I am a dolphin,” said Thgis, “I have no wings to fly, I shall surely fall to my demise.” “Remember, Thgis, I am Faith. Believe in what I tell you. Yes, you are a dolphin, but are you not walking? Are you not breathing air? The Magician is wise and powerful…as am I. Remember, Thgis, I am Faith. Heed now my words and choose. Choose that which is best for you.” With those words, there was a crack of lightning, like intuition itself. Again, it lit up the sky, only this time, Thgis looked out upon the world and saw the rolling hills and sparkling lights of a peaceful countryside. And Thgis stepped out of the window and off of the ledge…and he flew.

Knight-Death-and-the-Devil Thgis flew until pink clouds of dawn filled the sky, and when day broke, he landed in a barren field at the foot of a mountain. Off in the distance he saw a lone figure approaching; on a white stallion he rode, his armor was of blackest black. The only sound over the deathly silence was the wind whistling on the plain. As the rider approached, Thgis could see the sunken eyes of a life that was no more. The rider quietly passed, not saying a word, and rode off into the distance once again. But; as the rider rode further and further away, things began to grow. All around, the hillsides became lush with fresh green grass. Flowers began to spring up and leaves sprouted on the trees. Birds sang; butterflies and ladybugs abounded. Life was renewed.

“Hello!” said Heart the Dog. “Heart the Dog!” said Thgis, “Where have you been?” “Right here,” was the reply, “I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for you to follow me to the last leg of your journey.” “I am very tired, Heart the Dog,” said Thgis, “what more do I possibly have to learn?” To which Heart the Dog replied, “You have followed your Shadow, now you must follow your Heart; there will come a time when we will walk the same path.” Heart the Dog then proceeded to show Thgis to a small foot path at the base of the mountain. “It is here your real journey begins,” said Heart the Dog, “you have chosen well.” And with that, Heart the Dog vanished. But Thgis was not scared. He no longer felt alone. He knew that he was being guided.

The road ahead was a rough one. Up rocky, mountainous terrain he climbed, switching back and forth, back and forth, stopping only to catch his breath. But as night fell, Thgis could no longer see the path before him and he began to doubt his choices. He sat down in the darkness, not knowing what to do. It was cold and once again he was homesick. But as he sat, he began to notice the merest flickering of a light. As he turned and looked up the side of the mountain, which was almost straight up by now, he saw that there was something illuminating his way. He began to climb, finding rocks and branches to grab onto, and footholds on which to propel himself upward. The light grew stronger and stronger, and then…he saw him. Hermit_tarot_charles6At the summit of the mountain was an old gentleman holding a lantern high above his head; a lantern filled with the light of the stars. The old man had a long silver beard, wore a grey hooded cloak, and was holding a staff in the other hand. Thgis pulled up one last time, climbed onto the top of the mountain, and stood next to the man. “Welcome, my son, I am The Hermit. Turn. Turn and look out on what you have accomplished.” With that, Thgis turned and in the darkness, the lantern grew lighter and lighter until it enlightened the entire countryside, below and beyond the mountain, with a soft glow while the stars still shown above. Thgis could see the barren fields, and the towers. He saw the ponds and the rivers and the meadows. He saw the throne of the High Priestess and the lush tropical valley and the white sands of the beach. And he saw the ocean, his ocean, his home; but, now he realized with a great clarity that this was all his home. All of his experience and all of his feelings were a part of him that he had just never acknowledged, or allowed himself to see, and now that he saw, he knew that the women in the tower were right, he could never turn back…nor would he want to. He knew something more now and like the Fool said, “There is no loss so great than the lack of, or loss, of true inner knowledge.”

“Happy Birthday, Thgis,” said The Hermit. “The choices you have made are wise,” “Where are the gifts you have been given?” Thgis showed the man his magic wand and then went to pull out the roses he had been given by the Knight of Cups. To his amazement, there were no longer two flowers there, one white and one red, where he had put them safely what seemed, now, so long ago; now there was only one very large, beautiful coral-colored rose. The two had fused and it was now the color of the sky at sunrise. Thgis no longer had to choose between passion and purity because they had blended together in perfect harmony; they were now one and the same. Thgis turned to The Hermit. “Thank you, Hermit, thank you for all of the gifts I have been given.” “Don’t thank us, my son, thank yourself. You are the only one who can choose to grow. You are the only one who can choose to learn. All we have done was light the way. Now it is time to return, but know that this is not the end of your journey; you are enlightened now and with enlightenment comes the true gift of unending knowledge. Use your wings wisely and remember to follow your Heart. You are a brave and courageous soul. Be well and happy.” With that, The Hermit turned and retreated to his cave, but Thgis knew that he was standing at the entrance, there to see him off.

Thgis walked to other side of the mountaintop, and remembering what Faith had told him, he stepped off the side of the cliff…and he flew. Over hills and over valleys he flew until nightfall was once again upon him. Comet-holmes-1892Through space he effortlessly glided until he was surrounded by stars on both top and bottom. The stars again reflected on the surface of the ocean. It was then that Thgis knew he was home…and he dove. WHOOSH! Into the water he splashed, waking not a soul.

Thgis awoke the next morning and looked around as the rays of sunlight rippled through the water. Everything looked the same, yet strangely different. All of the other fish were going along their way, unaware of the world outside their own. But Thgis noticed now how similar many things were on the ocean floor. The mountaintops, the barren plains, the pinnacles that strangely resembled the two towers; and it all began to make sense now. Thgis knew that he could return to his inner/outer world at any time, but he just took his journey on a higher realm. All the fish around him had to make their own journeys in their own ways, and it was their responsibility to begin their own rebirth. The other fish knew there was something different about Thgis; some of them liked it, others did not; but he was no less powerful and no less respected, most of all, because Thgis respected himself. He was now free to be himself and do whatever came naturally to him, no matter how others felt about it. This was the time of his birth, and that made him a very fine fish indeed.

© 1994 Lisa Larson

Animal Spirit Guide: Elephant

ELEPHANT AS AN ANIMAL SPIRIT GUIDE

Key words:
— Peaceful, Strength, Power, Loyalty, Affection, Deep Compassion, Intelligence, Ancient Wisdom

Think about Elephant:
elephantsThey are the largest land animal, strong & powerful, but they are extraordinarily loyal & emotional. Baby elephants will help their younger brothers & sisters; adult elephants will help their ill friends in their herds. Elephants live in a structured society.

Because of their poor eyesight, they are acutely aware with their other senses. In the 2004 tsunami, elephants knew long before the wave hit and retreated to high ground. Elephants are even known to visit the grounds where other elephant are buried and grieve. They have a deep seated compassion & connection with the divine.

When Elephant crosses your path:

— Help those weaker or less fortunate than yourself
— Trust your senses; If something smells ‘fishy’, back away
— Re-examine your loyalty to those closest to you

Use Elephany Medicine to:

— Connect with your higher self and the divine
— You need more strength and vitality
— You are feeling alone & in need of a sense of family and community

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References:
Animal Spirit Guides by Steven D. Farmer

Power Animal Oracle Cards by Steven D. Farmer

Animal-Speak by Ted Andrews