Tuesday, July 31, 2012
A few weeks ago I heard a mournful howl from a dog that lives close to my home.  Upon further investigation I realized that it was a neighbor who had penned their dog in the back of their lot.  It broke my heart to hear him how.  I did everything I could do to help him.   I gave him Rescue Remedy on a treat, bones that would last a while and I did energy work.  When I communicated with him, he said that he would rather be dead than be penned.  I promised him I would do everything I could do to get him released.

I went over and talked to a lady who lives at the house.  She said that the dog was peeing inside and the home owner was putting it outside to 'teach it a lesson'.  Oh dear, you can imagine how that went over with me.  A couple of days later we had a fierce thunderstorm and the dog was terrified to say the least.  Again, I went over but nobody answered the door.  What I did next was a bit against the rules, but I let the dog out of its pen.  (It's better to ask forgiveness than permission!)  Shortly after I receive a very threatening phone call saying "If you come on our property again, we have guns and will use them".  She also knows I'm an animal communicator and threw in a few jabs about that.  I live in Creek county where there are no animal restrictions.  The good thing about the call was that I got their phone number. 

A few days later the dog is howling again.  This time I call and I could tell that the owner was angry when she answered.  Then I said something that was a little bit magical..."What would it take for me to help the dog and you?  I would do just about anything right now."  At this point the owner mumbled something about if she had the money she would get the dog to the vet.  I told her I would be happy to take the dog to the vet and PAY for it if she would let me. 

By 3:00 pm that afternoon I was at the vet with the dog and the lady who lives at the house (not the owner).  I have never seen the Mrs. of the home.  The sweet dog knew why I was there and stuck by my side.  This precious dog had a bladder infection. 

That evening I received a voicemail from the owner of the dog thanking me.   She said that when she got some money she would pay me back.  And the miracle of that is that she has sent me two payments! 

What is the moral of this story?  If I can come from a loving place then I can change the world.  If I know what changes a heart, I know what changes the world.  Love is the only thing that will transform us.   I love the book, Power vs. Force.  Force doesn't change anything, but standing in our power with an open heart does.   By the way, I have not heard the dog, but did see him last week when he wandered over for a treat. 
Tuesday, July 24, 2012

My very first client this Saturday was Tess, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge one week ago.  The first thing she told me was that her parents did everything they could and to thank them for helping her cross. 

I asked Tess who met her and she said, "Santa Claus, the God of all Happy!"  And Lucille.  Her mom told me that they rescued Tess at Christmas time and that her mother's name was Lou. 

Tess then told me to tell her mom that she misses her singing.  Mom tells me through tears that her husband is the one who sang to Tess and that he is still singing to her.  Tess said she still nudges her in the butt from across the Rainbow Bridge. 

Her Mom asked me why Tess would always wake her around 3:00 am when she was alive.  Tess said that was when 'souls dance in the night'.  Her Mom told me that she always suspected something like that because Tess would look at things that weren't there. 

Communication with animals that have crossed the Rainbow Bridge let me know over and over that there is a heaven.  Thank you, Tess!  
When Snoopy was a puppy he was hit on the head by a baseball and nearly died.  The first time I talked to him he told me to tell his mom that she worried too much and "Why not think happy thoughts?"  Snoopy is 8 years old and has lived way longer than predicted due to his injury.  He told me that his brain works, but that he is a little bit dyslexic.

This weekend I got to visit with Snoopy again.  When he showed up I realized I dreamed about him the night before.  I even sketched a picture of him in my journal. 

This time Snoopy told me that his mom is going to be a doctor.  (She informed me that she is in medical school.)  Then Snoopy told me a secret about his mom having to do with a boy she knows at school.  I love it when the owner's jaw drops about something their animal tells me.   Snoopy, I won't tell!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Coyote's mom called me and said it was a bit of an emergency that I communicate with Coyote.  Fortunately, it was a quiet afternoon and I could do the communication soon. 

Coyote told me that something was not right with her.  She said that her insides felt like they are turned inside out.  She said she wasn't hungry.  I asked her if she had eaten something toxic and she said No.  I asked her if she was going to make it, and she told me that right now it didn't feel like it but that miracles happened all the time.  Then I heard the word 'ruptured'.  She said to tell her Momma that they would be OK no matter what. 

When I called Coyote's mom back she knew what I was saying when I said the word 'ruptured'.  Coyote had throat surgery and things weren't going well.  Her main concern was not to keep Coyote alive just for her benefit.  I asked Coyote if she was ready to go and she said if she wasn't better by tomorrow then it was time. My communication helped Coyote's mom to know that it was time for her beloved dog to cross the Rainbow Bridge. 

Later that day I received a tag on Facebook that said, "Grateful for Lauren Hansen Johnson for being here with me today and helping me through this. Lauren is truly the most amazing person, and I know I must be doing something right to have her as my friend..  Thankful for Pam Case for helping me know that Coyote was ready to transition. Her gift with animals is unparalleled and I am not sure I could have known what to do without her. You both are Light and Love incarnate and the world is so much more beautiful with you in it.

Sigh...
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Baby's person contacted me because she was tired of being woken up at night and she was concerned about a growth that was removed from Baby's ear.  This is Baby's story.

"I don't like to be inside at night!  All the fun happens outside then.  My friends come out to play.  When the moon gets brighter, I get louder."  After informing her Mom about this she told me that Baby howls, "Ow, Ow, Ow" at night.  Now she knows that Baby is saying Out Out Out!  However, the good news is that after communicating with her she has been quiet for the last four nights. 

And about the ears.  Her mom is concerned that the growth that was surgically removed is growing back and that Baby is losing her directional hearing.  When I asked Baby about it she told me that her ears don't work right.  She doesn't want another operation.  They don't hurt.  She said that she will adjust and get used to it.  It is part of her learning this time around.  It is also helping her other senses to become more acute.  She said, "I will adjust.  You will see." 
My 'shingle' has a few different callings listed.  I'm a Chinese astrologer, a pet communicator, a teacher, and a dowser.  I can also choose a house that has pretty great Feng Shui just by looking at the landforms and the interior.  Recently I was asked to say one thing that is at the top of my list of the things that I do. 

It's this...To Raise Consciousness!  But here is the deal, I want to raise consciousness by being light-hearted and fun in whatever I am doing.  Not taking myself or anyone too seriously is important to me.  When I hear others standing on a soap box about anything whether it be eating organic or meditation I tend to back up a bit. 

Question for you...What is the difference between a religious fanatic or someone who is a fundamentalist about their diet?  Just saying...
One evening both my phones rang about 9:30 pm.  The thought that crossed my mind was that there is a lost pet.  After listening to the message I was correct.  His black Persian had been missing for 4 days.  The next thought that crossed my mind was that the cat was still alive, and another cat had it trapped.  Cats will do that.  It's horrible losing a pet and I called him back within 10 minutes.  When he answered the phone he said, "Pam, is that you, Pam?!!  You won't believe it, but guess who just showed up on the front porch." 

Such great news!  I laughed and told him that I could do magic.  But here is the bigger thought.  He put out the energy to get his cat back by calling me.  I picked up through two way thought traffic that his cat was being held hostage by another cat.  Did the simple action of his calling and my tapping into the cat help release it?  It's all about energy.  Everything is energy.  I love magic!

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