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Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-74987146680659775602012-09-04T08:13:00.000-07:002012-09-04T08:13:55.003-07:00Little Jerry <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ApDNAweKSko-ZEHz8HLIXZsqy2VCQQXlVvEGDIDCUaoPW8frV5zU9Xa7ltp_nWMtaxRHJgmh-PtaltyvWl_QuhROSfndxhiemZ6wYBODIyKkBpHadm_Imn7QCFZ69Y7vuZ6SYGR_FAI/s1600/Little+Jerry+Ryan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ApDNAweKSko-ZEHz8HLIXZsqy2VCQQXlVvEGDIDCUaoPW8frV5zU9Xa7ltp_nWMtaxRHJgmh-PtaltyvWl_QuhROSfndxhiemZ6wYBODIyKkBpHadm_Imn7QCFZ69Y7vuZ6SYGR_FAI/s320/Little+Jerry+Ryan.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Little Jerry crossed the Rainbow Bridge in July. The first thing I picked up was that his Mom's grief was palatable. I did some healing work for her before I communicated with Little Jerry.</span> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then I heard the song, “When the red, red robin comes bobbing along". Jerry's mom said she has heard that song a few times since he passed. </span></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Would you like to talk to me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">I’m OK, I’m OK!!</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Describe your surroundings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">There is carpet that can’t be destroyed by pee pee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is grass that is fragrant like catnip for dogs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is easy here and calm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m still very close to you.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Did you have any trouble getting to where you are?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">No.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was sudden and a bit shocking for Mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is how I had to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the best way to go for everyone. <span style="color: blue;">(I learned that Little Jerry was attacked at his front door by another dog and he died very quickly.)</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Is there anything you want to tell your Mom and Dad?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">I know how much you miss me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><em>Your soul will mend when you get another pet.</em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It can be a cat or dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just get one!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t be replaced but I’m always with you…even to the very last day of your life!!</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Did you go home to meet someone?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Josie or Josephine??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pappy was there too.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">(Little Jerry's mom had a son named Joseph who died before she got Little Jerry. Jerry would always sit in Joseph's chair.) </span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Is there a memory that I can tell your Mom that will help her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">You loved the way I danced for certain treats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You would laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always had fun. <span style="color: blue;">(This made his Momma laugh. So happy for that!)</span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Are you going to go back to your parents?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Yes, in a short time too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I won’t be here long this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could even walk back in within this month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not exactly sure on the timing yet. <span style="color: blue;">(Hope she goes out really soon to find a new pet. This always helps the healing process.)</span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">What can they look for?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">White feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Mom sees the feet she will know that they are mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will come right up to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Is there anything you want to tell me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Mom has needed this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has been really fragile since I left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 40.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #e36c0a; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Communications like this confirm for me that there really is a Heaven. Thank you, Little Jerry!</span></span></span></span></div>Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1445257489192546622012-08-03T08:30:00.000-07:002012-08-03T08:30:30.600-07:00Big Beautiful Bear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OpjLileQ0doX1fW37FqKJg0HJrYqmkIDqZrx1-k8m6zLH8Lne9kdQR5elc-Bva5sQCsSRmHIsPiCjKWvJPf3D2UdGzv1p0BxdKLswXFsz5Xa7VFLBP7_7AntzEo9Qprpk-vz8Bz4Mpo/s1600/Bear+Curnutte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OpjLileQ0doX1fW37FqKJg0HJrYqmkIDqZrx1-k8m6zLH8Lne9kdQR5elc-Bva5sQCsSRmHIsPiCjKWvJPf3D2UdGzv1p0BxdKLswXFsz5Xa7VFLBP7_7AntzEo9Qprpk-vz8Bz4Mpo/s320/Bear+Curnutte.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first time I met Bear was in the back of his Mom's big SUV. She was worried about Bear coming in to meet me. Bear was very forthcoming with me. Bear's Dad had been ill for quite some time. Then, the next time I saw Bear he came into see me. His Mom told him that he was going to see me and she said his whole demeanor changed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week Bear's daddy died. Mom called me quite worried because Bear was not eating and had lost significant weight. This is what he told me. "Dad's gone and I'm inconsolable right now. I will come back to being me. I need a little time. Mom needs me to grieve with her. We both need some time. The full moon will illuminate Dad's soul as he crosses the bridge. He needed to go."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I asked him about his food and told him it was important that he eat. Bear said, "Being sad does not mean you are dying." I suggested to his mom that she give him some special treats right now and that it would be good to give herself some special treats now too. That evening I received this email from Bear's mom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><em>I sat with Bear and talked for a few minutes about our grief and getting through it. Then I made him something special to eat, his food with peanut butter, bacon bits and cheese. He ate it all but hesitated and ate slowly. Then he wanted to go out in the yard. Thank you for your help, I needed to know that he was able to deal with all the emotions. </em><br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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 <em>if she had the money she would get the dog to the vet</em>. I told her I would be happy to take the dog to the vet and PAY for it if she would let me. <br />
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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. <br />
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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! <br />
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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, <u>Power vs. Force</u>. 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. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-16216576883080524162012-07-24T07:40:00.000-07:002012-07-24T07:50:08.989-07:00Santa Claus - The God of all Happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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Communication with animals that have crossed the Rainbow Bridge let me know over and over that there is a heaven. Thank you, Tess! </div>Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-35174426524755440912012-07-24T07:36:00.000-07:002012-07-24T07:38:04.182-07:00Snoopy tells Secrets!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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!Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-52065752992883629202012-07-18T16:48:00.000-07:002012-07-18T17:01:27.826-07:00RIP Coyote<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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Later that day I received a tag on Facebook that said, "Grateful for <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=529194666" href="http://www.facebook.com/lauren.hansenjohnson">Lauren Hansen Johnson</a> 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 <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=751781392" href="http://www.facebook.com/pam.case"><span style="color: black;">Pam Case</span></a> 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.</div>
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"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. <br />
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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." Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-37563449203549212722012-07-12T14:25:00.000-07:002012-07-12T14:36:18.004-07:00Passion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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 <em>one thing</em> that is at the top of my list of the things that I do. <br />
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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. <br />
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Question for you...What is the difference between a religious fanatic or someone who is a fundamentalist about their diet? Just saying...Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-35192820782984929062012-07-12T14:09:00.000-07:002012-07-12T14:09:56.664-07:00Is it the thought that counts?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg794-CCC83Q7eYg4ChY2QPqFaT2o9xFYeN-VPT6Et8l7sqWVro-9wHVSxgdPEsRXdmY8jwmwR9dI-htycAaq5_h4EU6dFH9K7S9N3vhB5erY_3I8P-P755hH3YF53gXpZ_RDkiGpKVN7g/s1600/persian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg794-CCC83Q7eYg4ChY2QPqFaT2o9xFYeN-VPT6Et8l7sqWVro-9wHVSxgdPEsRXdmY8jwmwR9dI-htycAaq5_h4EU6dFH9K7S9N3vhB5erY_3I8P-P755hH3YF53gXpZ_RDkiGpKVN7g/s1600/persian.jpg" /></a></div>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." <br />
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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!Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-34287769340919706132012-05-11T07:22:00.000-07:002012-05-11T07:27:49.816-07:00Bo left and came back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is probably best if I post part of the communication I had with Bo.<br />
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Would you like to talk to me?<span style="color: #cc0000;"> I am heaven-sent. You saw it first thing</span>. (Something else I see is that Bo is a biscuit maker – kneads things)<br />
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Tell me about your home. <span style="color: #cc0000;">It is very special. We are all special. Mom likes clean and she also likes a modern look. She isn’t one of those people who have stuff everywhere. <br />
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Do you remember where you came from? <span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>A box left in front of an office is all I can remember. I only died a little while ago and came straight back into this body. It was a fast exchange. </strong></span><br />
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Is there anything you would like to tell your person?<span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;">I love you. We are supposed to be together. You knew that the minute you saw me.</span><br />
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Why are you here for your person? <span style="color: #cc0000;">I’m here to help her with Rebel. He can be a handful and also he’s very intense! Phew. I also am here because I am SUPPOSED to be here!</span><br />
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I am so amazed at the reading you did for Bo that I got chills. Yes, he does make biscuits all the time! He's happy to see you when you get home and sits there on the counter kneading, waiting to be petted. Every night, he crawls on my boyfriend's neck and buries his face under his chin, purring loudly and kneading the whole time. His favorite toy is da' bird and he loves jumping and doing somersaults. And yes, he does get carried away and fall into things sometimes! He is just a big ham that is happy to be here. He loves all people and wants to be petted by everyone. </div>
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<em><strong>The most impressive part, though, is his past</strong></em>. We do know his story. He was rescued from the downtown Home Depot in December of 2010 with his 3 brothers. They were only a couple weeks old and they found him worse off than the other two and frozen to the ground. A vet tech bottle fed and fostered them. He was a very sick kitten and <strong>actually died</strong> at the vets and they somehow were able to bring him back. My jaw dropped when you mentioned him coming straight back into his body. He is so very special to us and we just knew he had to come home with us as soon as we heard his story. He was a tiny, scraggly looking kitten with dull fur and broken whiskers; now he's very handsome and healthy. <br />
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We are so thankful how well he and Rebel get along. We really took the time to try and find a good match for Rebel. They are both such good cats. I love it that they both mentioned the other when you asked them their purpose. I just want them to know how much we treasure them and how I want to give them the best life because they deserve it. And I also want them to understand when we do certain things they may not like, its for their best interest. For example, the flea medicine we put on them every month. I'm also curious how they would feel if I fostered a cat for awhile. I've considered it before, but I don't want to upset them. </div>
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Of course, they wondered where he came from and he told me that he lived near water and there were others with him. He considers himself very lucky because he showed up at the right time and the right place. He's not picky about food because he had some hungry days. <br />
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Chuck told me that he is going to bring a new energy into his new family's home. He likes to talk and please don't think that he is a sissy. He's not! This face just makes me smile. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-13031430029915750082012-04-05T07:54:00.000-07:002012-04-05T07:54:55.812-07:00The Cranefly<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntiPDm6KL4584u_1Co6CzHQPMLCWx2Lw_zXGNF_rZLwJRirfXxT9dNGtaxOvtXePbbwly4IpDu_Rhzw-kg1fEnptdjDrF4EiX3WcKxstF5-zfB53CVPd09vuM6R244SV2q5jZ-eszQDc/s1600/cranefly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntiPDm6KL4584u_1Co6CzHQPMLCWx2Lw_zXGNF_rZLwJRirfXxT9dNGtaxOvtXePbbwly4IpDu_Rhzw-kg1fEnptdjDrF4EiX3WcKxstF5-zfB53CVPd09vuM6R244SV2q5jZ-eszQDc/s200/cranefly.jpg" width="137" /></a></div>Last night I went in to brush my teeth and there was a 'giant mosquito', the name that most people give them, going crazy. He was trying to land on the lights...too hot. He worked at landing on the wall...no go. He was frantic! I wondered with my animal communication mind if he could hear me. I told him that if he would fly to my hand I would escort him outside. <br />
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Now mind you, I'm brushing my teeth with my Sonicare and holding up my other hand. I telepathically told him that he was safe with me. In less than a minute the Cranefly flew into my palm. I kept my promise and off he went. <br />
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When I left the bathroom I walked out and said to my husband that I wish there had been a film crew in the bathroom just now because what happened seemed totally impossible. However, I subscribe to the belief that there are 'infinite possibilities'. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-76709191301644164642012-03-23T07:19:00.000-07:002012-03-23T07:20:51.070-07:00An Email to a Client<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This post is not about animals. This is an email that I sent to a client this morning. She is not happy with where she is working and wanted my advice. :-) <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You say you have been really unhappy, and here is the deal for me. If I am feeling unhappy in whatever I’m doing (it could even be weeding the garden) everything is harder. If I am not in a space of feeling good, happy, open-hearted then <em>no work</em> comes to me. For me life is all about how I create it. It can never ever ever be about how someone else is treating me because I’m the one that attracts these things. Does that make sense? Do you listen to Abraham-Hicks? Or do you get the Tut.com daily affirmations? I can honestly say that in the past, 5 years (at least), I’ve never been treated badly. I don’t allow it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Before you talk to your boss make a list of what you are contented about. If you go in and talk about what you are discontented about then that sets the tone. What do you like about your current job? You said the new job is opening in May, but May is a long way away. What can you do today to make your place of employment feel better and LIGHTER to you? The change always has to come from within. There is no ‘some person, place or thing out there’ that causes our discontent. Sucks, doesn’t it? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can’t blame, complain or explain in my life anymore. Everything that I do has to come from inside of me. If I’m not treated well, I caused it. If I’m not happy, I caused it. Now is the time to take inventory of you. What is the deeper part of you wanting. Where are you feeling inadequate? What can you do to make it better? Get your paper and pen out. Write your new moon wishes and make them only about you. If you could have anything you want, what would that be? </span></div>
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At the end of our first day in the workshop, we were invited to visit two beautiful properties with horses for a field trip. The owner of Mystique, who looked very much like the photo above, told us that he had a health issue and was wondering if what she was doing was helping. As she asked the question the word 'diabetes' dropped into my thoughts. I jotted it down. Then I wondered if horses even got diabetes?! Others in the class were reporting their suspicions. I didn't speak up at first, but finally I said that I had heard one word only - diabetes. This was the issue! Amelia asked me how I got this information. I told everyone that I had no idea, but I've heard messages like this before, long before I started doing animal communication. <br />
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And then there was the adorable Ferret named Spaz. See his little meditating feet above with Amelia? His owner had fought in the Iraq War and came home with all of the stress that only war can bring. Spaz told me that he was an enlightened philosopher and that I could call him Jesus! His owner wondered why Spaz would crawl up into the entertainment center and act like he couldn't get out. Spaz told me it was so that his Dad would stop watching the TV and pay attention to him. Spaz likes the rock music that his Dad plays all the time. (all confirmed by Dad, the TV watcher and Rock music lover)<br />
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Sparky, a rescued Jack Russell mix, was the life of the party. He was so happy to be on stage. At first his owner had him on a leash, but I knew he wanted off to be free. When his Dad let him loose he came and greeted each of us separately. Sparky knew he was on stage and was thrilled to be there. No stage fright here.<br />
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I felt compelled to ask Sparky why he came into his owner's life. He told me that his Dad was very lonely when he adopted him. He said he's still lonely sometimes today. When I told his owner this he replied, "You know, when you wife of many years leaves you, you get very lonely." I later apologized to Sparky's dad and told him that I didn't mean to 'read his mail', but I try to repeat what the animal tells me without filtering. <br />
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So, what did I learn at this fabulous workshop? I learned that I'm pretty good at what I do. I learned to trust every message that I receive. I learned that Amelia Kinkade and I are, perhaps, old friends from another lifetime. She called me Texas Okie at first. Amelia also asked me if I would take some of her 'lost' animal cases since she will be on the road for the next few months. Tracking isn't easy and it is very time consuming. However, I told her that if she sent me someone, I would try to help. This was such a wonderful compliment. My favorite animal communicator asking me to help her. WOW! I came home with a new found confidence and a very grateful heart. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-64556642312849711912012-01-20T10:42:00.000-08:002012-01-20T10:44:06.625-08:00A Precognitive Communication?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I communicated with Bella in December of 2010. His aunt bought a communication for her brother for Christmas. At the time he was not impressed. Recently she called me to say that she wanted to validate that what was communicated did come true, but in the future. Oh my! Here is part of the reading. <br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Is there anything you would like to tell your person?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #f22665;">We make a great team.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have fun with you are you are funny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love it when you laugh.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Do you have a job?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What is it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #f22665;">I am the calming effect in around our house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even when I’m being silly I can still calm my dad down.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Is there anything you would like to change in your home?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #f22665;">The more sunlight the better for me.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Why are you here for your person?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #f22665;">I’m here to let dad experience true love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He hasn’t had much true love in his lifetime.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Is there anything else your person can do for you? <span style="color: #f22665;">Just keep on loving me, but I know you will.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Where do you like to sleep?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #f22665;">In dad’s lap and in my bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #f22665;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><span style="color: black;">What do you think of other animals of your species?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #f22665;">I like to talk to them but I’m fine being an only dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></b> <br />
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The following is the email about the reading over a year later.<br />
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Well, back in December 2010 the details in this reading had not yet taken place. My brother separated from his wife in July 2011 and now lives in an older place with hard wood floors. When he was still in his other house, he and his wife had several other pets (3 other dogs and 2 cats). But Bella was always Dean's special dog. Of course he took her with him when he moved and now she is the only pet in the house.<br />
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Bella absolutely LOVES her walks and goes everywhere with my brother, even to work! And he is always telling me what a calming effect she has on him when he gets upset or depressed.<br />
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Just wanted to let you know the accuracy of your reading for Bella. Thank you for doing what you do and I look forward to talking to you again soon.</span>
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</span>Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-19057518049587029272012-01-20T10:26:00.000-08:002012-01-20T10:26:26.390-08:00My birthday gift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwhFh_FTdg83po4k4YIg4dtpNsh9cj9OkmbXOnL3QhOsTlBkq_9_w1p6FfK0aExZQUcV-SjEDz44c2xFbLaStUcjByEE43a2_P5_GgXlfRraTsLVfQ89t220CrVmfiGwbIjjuqacexMo/s1600/Sonny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwhFh_FTdg83po4k4YIg4dtpNsh9cj9OkmbXOnL3QhOsTlBkq_9_w1p6FfK0aExZQUcV-SjEDz44c2xFbLaStUcjByEE43a2_P5_GgXlfRraTsLVfQ89t220CrVmfiGwbIjjuqacexMo/s320/Sonny.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Early on the morning of my birthday, January 2, I looked out my window and cutest little dog was in my backyard. He was very scruffy and hungry but just so adorable. I was leaving shortly to go out to a birthday lunch date but when I returned he was sitting on the front porch waiting for me. My granddaughter, Lauren, was with me and we made 'Found' posters and hung them around the neighborhood. I also posted him on Craigslist and Tulsa Pets.<br />
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He was the best behaved guy. My husband made him a bed in the garage but that night was supposed to be bitterly cold. I invited him in and told him that I knew he would behave. He was so great with my cats, ignoring them completely! He jumped up in a chair in front of the fire and fell asleep. I told him he could stay inside and sleep there, but he needed to stay put. <br />
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When I got up the next morning he was still fast asleep in the chair. It was then that I told him that he could stay with me until I either found his owner or until I found a good person to adopt him. My son fell in love with him at first sight. <br />
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That day I had errands to run and I took him with me. He was great in the car too. When we got home that afternoon the phone was ringing. It was Sonny's mom calling. She saw our posters and was so happy that we had him. He was thrilled to see her again too. <br />
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Thinking back on Sonny I know that he knew where to go for help. And for me it was a wonderful birthday gift to have him for a couple of days.Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-85988721604640814732011-12-09T12:48:00.000-08:002011-12-09T13:10:39.866-08:00Seamus and Beau...together again<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Recently I communicated with Beau at his home. At that time he was in pain and his mothers weren't sure what they needed to do. Since that time they made the decision to send Beau across the Rainbow Bridge. After I communicated with Beau, I was asked to talk to Seamus who was already in Heaven. Seamus told me that I felt his essence when I was at his home recently. He said he was guiding Echo, the newest addition to their family, an 18 month old Great Dane. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">When I asked Seamus to describe his surroundings he told me he was running in the tall grass. (It looked like wheat to me.) He told me that John met him on the Other Side. I could tell that John was an animal lover and he had grandfather energy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Shortly after my visit to their home, Beau's parents emailed me that they were going to send him across the Rainbow Bridge. I suggested that they pay attention to see if they received any messages letting them know that he was OK. A few days later I received this email titled "A Message from Beau".</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Funny/happy coincidence:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on Saturday evening we did indeed get a message from Beau, and Seamus, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to tell you about it because it connects to something you and Seamus talked about. </span><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">In July, 2008, I took the dogs and went north to stay with our friend Bonnie and her dog Scruffy, who owned this property. We had sold our house in Moscow, ID, and would be leaving for OK at the end of the month. Cathy followed mid-month and we spent our last days in the Northwest here in the woods. The dogs LOVED it there. On the day we packed the car, Beau laid down inside the cartop carrier bag and let us know in no uncertain terms that the craziness (packing) needed to stop because he had no intention of going anywhere. we often talked about finding a way to spend a month there every summer, and were quite sad when Bonnie sold the her place and moved into Spokane. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Bonnie called on Saturday night, just to check in. We haven't talked since the summer. I told her about Beau, and also about Seamus hanging out in the tall grass with John. Cathy and I were always sure that what you saw wasn't wheat, but instead the tall grass at Bonnie's -you can't see it in the pictures for the snow, but it was there in the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn't have to tell Bonnie that ... I said "Pam said wheat" and B interrupted me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no, that's in the woods. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">She also reminded us who John is. He and his family lived across the road from Bonnie. He LOVED our boys, and we visited over at his property (more tall grassy areas) often when we went up to Bonnie's and during that month in 2008. He had had Great Danes in his earlier life farming in Scotland, and had two younger Danes when we met him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John died a week before Christmas, 2008. I had forgotten about that, and their special bond, but Cathy and Bonnie both remember it vividly. I wonder if he and Seamus also knew each other from before sometime.<strong> </strong></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong> </strong><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">So, we know where they are:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the woods in North Idaho. That image helped me be ready to take up his bed in our bedroom, because I also know where he'll be when he comes to visit us now.</span></span></span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was contacted to communicate with a rabbit I wasn't quite sure what to expect. This was my first bunny and his name was Sir Butterscotch. What I discovered was that he was very forthcoming and one of the most important things he told me was that he was lonely and wanted a girlfriend. He also told me that his house was very white. His favorite foods were raisins and fresh greens. He tattled on his owner telling me that she was a very scheduled and detailed person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His mother also told me that most of their house was <em>white. </em>She confessed to being very scheduled and gave Butterscotch his <em>fresh greens</em> at the same time daily. She was surprised to hear about raisins and had never given him any. After a trip to Trader Joe's she came home with some organic raisins. Guess what? He loved them! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Last Saturday, A1 Pet Emporium asked me to participate in their Wag-o-Ween event in Oklahoma City. Bella came to see me and I was moved and honored to communicate with her. As usual I didn't know anything about her but the first thing she told me was that she gets disoriented easily. Bella was ok with this but she knows her mom worries. Bella told me that her brain wiring was different. She likes soft food best and she likes to go on outings with her mom. <br />
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When I asked her if she had a job she told me that she wasn't given a lot of responsibility but she did bring her family a lot of joy. <br />
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Her owner then told me that I was 'right on'. And then I watched as this precious dog danced around the room we were in. Bella's mom told me that she suspected that Bella was a puppy mill dog and when she was born she evidently didn't get enough oxygen or had some type of brain injury. This was not realized until she was a little older. Bella also has to take seizure medicine. She's 9 year old.<br />
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The most amazing thing to be is that even though she is a 'special needs' animal she still knows who she is. One thing for sure...I will never forget her either. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-87440115035020616182011-10-13T14:10:00.000-07:002011-10-13T14:11:17.249-07:00Wiggles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I do animal communication I always ask for the pet to tell me about their home. Wiggles said, "We have a lovely home. There are pretty trees around us. Inside smells like cinnamon and sometimes like soup cooking. I love that! Momma makes everything so wonderful. You would like my home." <br />
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After I communicated with Wiggles his Mom asked some questions. She told me that someone had died and wondered if Wiggles missed her. Wiggles told me that he visited with her spirit all the time and that he didn't miss her. He also told me that this person left signs that his mom should notice. Come to find out this person who died was Wiggles' human grandmother. Below is the last email I received from Wiggles' mom. <br />
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Thank you for the insightful readings. You have helped me understand this nice little dog. My mom died in June and I often wonder if Wiggles noticed because he stayed right by her side whenever I left the house. By the way, my mom kept cinnamon sticks and would chew on them to help her not smoke. She was nicknamed the Soup Lady because she cooked soups for everyone.Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-60005599999122103572011-09-28T16:00:00.000-07:002011-10-13T14:12:10.387-07:00Who DUN It?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Shaq, Liberty and Baron. Their parents contacted me because of some recent behaviors. This is a photo of one of their dog beds. It used to look like the one at the top of the photo.<br />
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Their parents had a video camera and all three of the rascals participated in this destruction. Baron has been with them the longest and when I communicated with him he declared his innocence. In the words of Scooby Doo, Ruh Roh, Baron was caught on camera as the instigator of the act. <br />
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What I discovered in my communication about the above crime is that these guys are used to a finely tuned schedule and if this changes, they act out. That weekend their parents were gone more than usual and we can see the results.<br />
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It is interesting how each of the labs has their own unique personality. Shaq, the youngest of the three, told me that he was hit by a car and should have really been hurt but that he escaped with no injuries. Shaq used to be a 'tied up' dog and he came to his new family during an ice storm. He had icicles hanging from his fur. They returned him to his original owners, but he returned to his new family again. He told me he was with the wrong people before. With his new mom and dad he is here to have fun. <br />
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Liberty is the only female and she is full of energy. She chews loudly on her plastic dog bone. She tells me that she does this so that she can be heard. I suggested that due to her tightly wound nervous system that she might benefit from agility training. <br />
Liberty admitted that they all participated in the dog bed destruction. <br />
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Baron is his momma's boy for sure. She melts in his presence. He tells me that he has the biggest heart in the world. His dad asked me to ask him what time he gets up in the morning and Baron said, "When I want to!" He likes the oils his parents put on his food. His mom asked me who picked whom? Baron told me that he chose her and his mom confirmed it. He also quietly told me that he was the 'favorite'. Shhhhh...don't tell anyone! <br />
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My observation was that Baron, Liberty and Shaq were well-behaved and made a great team. I think it is healthy for their parents to have a surprise every once in a while. Keeps them in line. And something else...will an animal tell a lie? Hum...I will let you decide. Pam Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-25741938913735573652011-09-28T14:01:00.000-07:002011-09-28T14:06:57.006-07:00Two Very Happy Last Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Artie crossed the Rainbow Bridge in early September. He was adopted in 2009 when his Mom, a volunteer at a shelter, brought him home for a break from the shelter but could never take him back. He had fight scars and so many old injuries that he was deemed unadoptable at the shelter. His new mom signed the papers to make him theirs. Artie didn't like men very much but he absolutely loved his new dad. </span><br />
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in pain until so close to the end. His doctor said that his injuries were old and could no longer compensate with his muscles. His mom decided to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge. </span></span><br />
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I waited a few days to communicate with Artie, but as soon as I did he said, "I'm more alive now that I was before." He doesn't want his mom to feel guilty and he knows how much she loves him. He told me he went to meet a best friend cat and Grandpa Ed. He also said that he would return to his owner very soon. The new dog (him) is going to come right up to her and she is going to know. Artie gave a huge hint. "Give yourself ME for Christmas!"<br />
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