Is It Possible To Talk To Animals Telepathically And Have Them Understand?

Our household has been crazy ever since my husband brought home a beautiful, scared and traumatised four week old kitten he had found dumped, sitting in the middle of a main country road. Her little face was covered in dried blood and she needed some serious tender and loving care, which we were only too happy to give her. However, our nine month old ginger kitten, who weighs nearly five kilos, wasn't so impressed after he finally realised what was going on and how he suddenly had to share mum and dad's attention.

Well, that was nearly eight weeks ago and it's only been the last two weeks the two fluff balls have been able to roam the house freely, although always under supervision. Little Bluebell has taken a liking to Ginge's long and beautiful tail, and excitedly stalks and then bites it. Poor Ginge isn't impressed and let's her know this in no uncertain terms, yet still Bluebell continues, in her juvenile way, to go back for more again...and again. It's been a challenging couple of months and extremely time consuming. It amazes me how one tiny little kitten can manage to bring the whole home equilibrium out of balance – but let me tell you, it's possible!

During the initial stages, I attempted my best to bring these two felines together, in the hope they would warm to each other. I initially often placed Bluebell in a guinea pig cage to keep Ginge from attacking her and causing potential, physical harm, while they had the opportunity to become accustomed to each other and their smells. There are many other tactics I incorporated and possibly each helped a little to finally reach a point of progress.

Mostly I spoke to both of them, out loud and telepathically. Each on their own, as well as together. I explained to Ginge, Bluebell was rescued and needed our help, even though we did not plan to adopt another cat. I assured him his comforts will not change, in fact he is gaining a playmate and companion. Plus there is more than enough love in this household to cover all bases, and he would not miss out – ever. Ginge would look attentatively at me while I was talking and I wondered if he understood...

On the other hand, when I spoke to Bluebell, she seemed to be completely oblivious to my words, or chose to ignore me, while she lined up Ginge's tail, wiggled her little bum, and proceeded to pounce on him who, needless to say, became angry and retaliated. However even now, Ginge seems to react in a positive way for a short while after I speak to him. He pulls back a little, or even (though in a disgruntled way) walks off, away from Bluebell.

I had an extremely close, loving bond with our beautiful cat, Oscar, whom we sadly had to euthanise last year, and I remember often when my husband and I went to bed and Oscar wasn't inside yet, I would telepathically call him home. Sure enough, after a few minutes he would be sitting outside our French bedroom doors, waiting patiently for me to let him in. It never ceased to amaze me and I wondered then if and how much Oscar understood....

Last week, I purposely decided to try telepathy on my gorgeous, retired horse, whom we adopted a few years ago. I always speak to him out loud, as I speak to all our animals, and as I imagine we all do, don't we? It was early in the morning and armed with carrots and his fly mask, I proceeded to walk towards him and telepathically let him know I was coming and that he was going to wear his mask today, due to the warm weather, to stop his nose from sunburn and to keep the wretched flies away from his face. He loves his carrots, so I mentioned those as well, waiting for his head to turn upon hearing his favorite word 'carrots'! I was about eight metres away from him, after walking and talking for approximately fifty metres, when he suddenly jumped in fright. I'd obviously scared the daylights out of him! I guess he didn't hear me...

So generally speaking, can and do animals understand, I wonder? Can they also have selective hearing, as some humans tend to have? Animals have souls too, so are they also evolving at their own pace as we are, and once they reach a certain point of enlightenment, does telepathic communication come easy to them?

There are many Animal Psychics in this world, who are adamant animals can understand us and visa versa. I do not know if this is true however, I keep an open mind, and I will continue to talk to my beautiful fury family. They definitely all know and react to the tone of my voice and that brings me great joy.

But honestly, verbal communication is neither here or there, as the loving, trusting energy between us and our beloved animals is far greater and significant than any conversation. I believe the eyes say it all....

 

 

Big Red

As I am writing, I can't help but shed a tear for this huge, beautiful icon of a creature that had been a part of our lives for so long. He is greatly missed around home....

 

Big Red, as we named him, was bought with his 'mad' mother at Dandenong Sale Yards in 1996. He was a Saler breed and a magnificent calf with impressive maturing horns. He initially spent a year on a Seymour property in Victoria, then resided for the next five years in an agistment paddock in Epping. Red somehow always managed to be 'not quite right' for the next load of cattle to be sold. I believe the reason for this was that we were curious to see how big he and those horns would grow.

 

Well, he grew alright! In 2002, when the Middle Tarwin farm in South Gippsland was purchased, we transported Big Red to his new home, but first had to walk him around to the neighbor's open race, as he had outgrown ours. Red's back had now reached a height of six feet and his huge head carried the most beautiful set of horns, which protruded approximately three feet outward on each side. Encompassing his solid build was his glistening, red, curly, healthy coat and the end of his long tail boasted a contrasting blonde color. He was stunning and proud and we had become very fond of him.

 

As it happened, Big Red became the leader of the pack. He would introduce the arriving cattle to their new surroundings, water etc. and would lead them into the strip-grazing paddocks as required. As he knew the farm so well, he would also play a huge part in bringing the cattle up to the yards. This meant crossing the steers over the bridge above the Tarwin River, which runs through our property. It used to be a very challenging task, especially before the fences and lane ways were erected, but Red was sensational at his job, for his sheer presence demanded respect from the other cattle and they would follow him like sheep.

 

We could never get closer than about a metre to Red before he would throw his head/horns around to warn us off. This wasn't done aggressively, but just enough to let us know he didn't want to be touched. Mind you, we'd had him eat bread out of our hands occasionally, especially coffee scrolls. He had such a sweet tooth and loved treats.

 

Drenching time wasn't much fun. We couldn't walk Red into the crush, so he'd be placed in the smallest area within our yards, and it was an effort trying to back-drench him when he'd be turning in circles! All parties involved were relieved when the task was completed.

 

As time went on and Big Red grew older and slower, arthritis began to creep into his back legs. We'd retired him from his cattle job and placed him in the drive-way and around the house to 'lawn mow'. It was warmer for him too, as there were more trees present than in the open paddocks. He loved it in his new area and soon became the daily attraction of many passing admirers, especially the school bus. The kids looked forward to seeing him and would ask the bus driver to slow down so they could get a good look at him.

 

Red was also a great watch dog, as strangers visiting the farm would look and think twice before entering! Red did look quite scary if you didn't know him, and I'd given up counting how many times someone asked me, 'Is that a Texas Longhorn bull?'

 

Sadly on Friday the 5^th of August of 2011, Big Red faced his final hours, after a long and happy life of sixteen years, due to old age and progressing arthritis. He is now buried on the farm and will always be remembered as the statuesque, proud and stunning bullock that he was. People had warned us in the past not to become emotionally attached to our farm animals, but we wouldn't trade one moment of our past with Big Red. Luckily we have many beautiful portraits of him hanging on our fridge that his young fans had drawn of him over the years and many amazing memories we will cherish. We will surely miss the big fella for a long time to come......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Grade One Experience

It was 1971 and I'd completed six months of schooling (grade prep) in a foreign country, our new home, Australia. The experience had been frightening, daunting and challenging, yet also exciting, as I had mastered the English language by then and was finding my feet in this multi-cultural environment, and I was glad.

Over the summer holidays I looked forward to entering grade one in the new year, as I was regaining my confidence. I remember commencing school, happy to be reunited with my new friends I had made in grade prep and excited what the school year ahead would bring. Unfortunately, I had no idea what was in store for me, or how my ego would be deflated time and time again.

 

Her name was Mrs. Somerwell and she was my appointed grade one teacher.

She was a middle-aged, skinny presence with red, curly locks and wore a million freckles on her face and arms. What I remember most about her is the tone of her high-pitched, loud, clear, fast talking voice. She was short, sharp and to the point – and she hated me! It didn't seem to matter what I said or did, I always felt I was a kid she couldn't stand the sight of. I certainly wasn't as cute as some of my fellow students, in fact I have never in my life been classed as 'cute', as I have always been tall for my age, and as an adult I stand at 180cm.
 

So, as a six year old, having desperately attempted to win Mrs Somerwell's approval to no avail over the entire school year, I felt my chance had finally arrived as the year was coming to a close.

We were planning a class school Christmas production and we needed a Christmas tree. My father had just purchased a small fir tree for our front garden. It was only about three foot high and would be perfect for our play.
 

After attempting to tell Mrs. Somerwell, who seemed to continue to ignore me, numerous times that I had the perfect tree for our special event, she finally acknowledged my offer. She obviously hadn't been able to get her hands on one! I was so pleased, in fact, I literally couldn't wipe the smile off my face, no matter how much I tried. Finally this woman, my role model, would accept me. It's taken 12 months, but I had finally won her over!
 

However, my celebrations, good intentions (and my smile) were soon squashed, leaving me feeling empty and deflated once more. It was made very clear to me by Mrs Somerwell, how stupid I was to offer a tree, which was planted in the ground!!! Yes, my father had planted the tree, however being a six year old, I was none the wiser and didn't realise it was a problem... 　

A healthy self esteem is of the absolute importance to own in life. This is the seed which drives us, forms our belief systems and keeps us positive and capable, no matter what life throws our way. Our young minds learn from our family members, our peers and significant adults in our lives, such as school teachers.

Although I have obviously moved on from my negative grade one experience (although I remember it clear as day), it saddens me to think there are children still going through these sorts of challenges, when it shouldn't and needn't be so. Children are like sponges and retain the words and the feelings they bring with them. When you communicate with a child, please be mindful of this.

The children are our future.... 

 

 

CAM ABOOD – A True Gentleman...

Sometimes in life you meet extraordinary people along your journey. Sometimes by chance, sometimes only fleetingly, however they leave a significant, lasting impression upon your heart, and just seem too good for this world.....This was the case with Cam Abood, 1943 – 2015.

　

I could not believe what I was reading! I was casually scrolling through Face Book two weeks ago, when I came across a post from The Bass Coast Police in South Gippsland. 
 

With fitting words, they were respectfully honoring their Justice of the Peace, who had passed away after a short illness. To my complete, overwhelming shock, I realised this wonderful man was my marriage celebrant and had joined my husband and I in matrimony in 2012 on a beautiful summer's evening at Venus Bay beach, Victoria. I remember Cam saying during his many years as a celebrant, it was the largest wedding crowd he had ever spoken in front of – and he managed it beautifully. 

I really know very little about this inspiring man, except that he was one of the most gentle, genuine, lovely souls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Through his approachable, thoughtful, kind, professional manner, my husband and I were made to feel like our wedding ceremony was the most special and important Cam had ever performed, as would have been the case with all his many happy customers! 

It was such a pleasure meeting this unique man and I will continue to cherish Cam's memory, not only because he lovingly played a significant role on our wedding day, but because it's not often you meet people like Cam in life. A true gentleman, who sadly passed away too soon, yet has left behind a wonderful legacy. I know for certain this man will not be forgotten in a hurry.

May the Angels hold Cam in their arms now and always....

Guidance To Remember Always...

Be the best person you can be at any given time, then let go and trust that the Universe will love, support and guide you through your lessons.

Remember you are never dished out more than what you can handle.

Do not take other peoples' issues on board, as they are not yours to take.

Change your belief systems to healthy ones, and once again, have faith that you will attract the right situations into your life.

Know you are special. Everyone is special!

Know you are human, and humans aren't perfect.

Be kinder to yourself. You have so much love and wisdom inside you.

Don't be your own worst enemy to prevent you from reaching your highest potential.

Be open to opportunities instead of sabotaging them.

Dare to open your heart and trust.

Let your Truth shine always....

A Father/Daughter Trust Like No Other...

The family decision was made. In 1971, after weighing up the pros and cons over many months, my parents finally unitedly agreed our family would sail across the vast seas to begin a new life on Australian shores. This meant packing up our entire German existence to a minimum, and a four week journey by ship with numerous docking intervals in interesting foreign countries. Countries none of us had ever seen before.

I was five years old at the time, and the youngest of three children, when this adventure began. I'm sure not many people can say they have experienced a taste of varied continents by the age of five! Sadly though, I have little recollection of this time and my memories are few and far between. However one special memory, I will always treasure, stands out as vividly as if it were yesterday....

I remember one time during the trip I was out on the deck with my father. It was surely only for a few moments and we were probably only exiting through one door to enter another. It may have been dusk and a little windy, yet to me, as a small child, I saw it differently. We were outside and it was dark, freezing and we were all alone. The large vessel was completely surrounded by huge, black and ferocious waves that seemed to want to swallow us up at first chance. The gale, which forced sea spray across our faces, was so strong I had trouble walking. I remember my father holding my hand. He was a tall, athletic man with huge hands, and always portrayed a certain calmness about him. He held on to my hand so tightly and I knew that if he let go, I would be scooped up by the cyclonic winds and thrown overboard into the infinite, angry ocean, so eagerly awaiting to eat me. I was initially terrified! What if my hand slipped? What if my father couldn't hold me or catch me if I flew away?

Then a reassurance came, and a knowing that my dad would never, ever let go of my tiny hand, no matter what. Of that I could be certain. I think back now, what trust I had in this beautiful man. 

This precious trust continued into adulthood and my father and I shared a wonderful father/daughter relationship. He taught me so much and was always so proud of my accomplishments, no matter how small they were. Sadly he passed away, due to cancer, thirteen years ago at the 'too young' age of seventy. I still miss him terribly, however I am thankful to have had the privilege of being brought up by this wise and inspiring role model of a man.

Dad will always be in my heart and everything I pursue in life, I endeavour to give it my best, to continue to make him proud, as if he were still here with me.

Trust, like this example, is so unique and empowering. I hope everyone reading this has this kind of a trusting bond with someone in their lives....

 

 

 

Another One Of Life's Curve Balls...

Oh my goodness, I'm certainly being tested of my adopted spiritual truths again this week!

My stress levels have gone through the roof and I find myself struggling to keep afloat.

It all started two weeks ago, when my thoughtful, caring husband arrived home with a tiny four week old grey and white kitten he had come across in the middle of a main country road. The poor little thing had a bloody nose, was traumatised, petrified and shaking all over. I have no doubt someone had dumped her, and probably the rest of her siblings, which were nowhere to be found. For the life of me, I will never understand how anyone could physically proceed with this act! How they sleep at night, I will never know...

The first thing I did was give this little fluff ball some cat milk through a medicine pipette, I eventually found in my kitchen cupboard, after searching high and low. I knew I had one somewhere! The kitten swallowed the milk furiously, obviously extremely hungry. We made a warm, comfortable bed for her in a cat-carry cage after giving her love and attention, and there she slept for the next few hours, recuperating and finally feeling safe. Meanwhile, our nine month old ginger kitten, who has grown into a monstrous feline, was trying to work out what on earth was going on, and what was this foreign smell in his home?!

After losing our beautiful, eight year old cat to Cat Aids last year, we adopted Ginge at eight weeks and made sure he was de-sexed and fully vaccinated against FIV before letting him outside one month ago. We also lock him up at night to give him further protection, so he has minimal chance of coming into contact with any infected, stray cats. So far our plans have worked out well and Ginge happily applies to the drill. He has a cat door he uses during the day, and which is locked at dusk when he comes inside for his dinner.

So this new little kitten, which we have named Bluebell, is now eating four hourly solid meals, which she eagerly gulps down, and has already grown in size along with her confidence and cheekiness. The problem is, I cannot let her roam free in our home along side Ginge because it seems he wants to eat her! Yet, Bluebell is maturing quickly and does not, under any circumstances, like being locked up any more – and let's us know by her sizable lungs. Her squeals drive Ginge crazy (and us just quietly), so presently I've succumbed to locking myself up with her at regular intervals of the day, either in our office or bedroom, where she happily and contently plays. However I, of course, get nothing done in that time!

I despise the thought of Bluebell being locked away alone for any length of time. The nights are long enough, which she spends in our bathroom, transformed into her bedroom (we're using the en suite). The wet area now boasts cat toys, a cosy bed and the kitty litter tray, which Bluebell seemed to know all about from day one, (hence another reason why I believe she was dumped).

 

I also dislike Ginge being behind a closed door, puzzled why he has suddenly been given unreasonable boundaries to adhere to..... and this causes my stress to escalate. Ginge is our beautiful boy and I don't want him to have any reason to be jealous or to question my loyalty. I continue to shower him with all the love and adoration he deserves, if not more, to reassure him Bluebell is no threat. If only he would understand...

Even down the track, if our fury kids do become friends, Bluebell will not be allowed outside until she is de-sexed and fully vaccinated (four months to go). This again will prove to be problematic, as she will still need to be locked up while my husband and I are not home, so that she doesn't disappear through the cat door, which I'm sure she will mimic by observing Gingie.

To try and rectify the immediate problem, I purchased a guinea pig cage, where I place Bluebell in, while Ginge stalks the circumference, attempting his best to claw-poke Bluebell through the thin, metal bars with his paws. This has become a game between the two of them, although the boundaries are blurred and I question whether it's playfully acted out or not. Bluebell has become quite big for her boots, and although Ginge is about five times the size of her, she is beginning to fight back. She's become very brave and cheeky towards him!

I have held Bluebell in my hand or placed her next to me on the floor quite a few times, to let Ginge sniff her and to see if I can let Bluebell roam freely, in the hope Ginge would warm to her. However I have had to catch Ginge numerous times, as Bluebell has wanted to jump spontaneously (as kittens tend to do), and Ginge has attempted to dart at Bluebell on all of these occasions. Bluebell is just too small for me to let them come together. Ginge would injure her in a flash. I have also tried to play with both of them, while Bluebell is in the guinea pig cage, trying to connect them through a common goal. Sometimes I feel this works, but then Ginge suddenly becomes aggressive and when his beautiful, golden eyes transform into black marbles, my confidence dissipates.

I have no idea where to from here. I'm hoping, as it's only been two weeks, Ginge will become used to Bluebell and they will make the best of friends. I pray this will happen...

So, my spiritual truths of, 'Everything happens the way it's meant to', and 'Let go of what you can't control', 'Live in the moment' and 'Have faith and trust always' have been a little challenging, to say the least. However, this is a good lesson for me, as little Bluebell obviously entered our lives for a reason. I remind myself to take a few deep breaths often, as I feel my anxious, tight knotted stomach and shallow breathing dominate my peace, during this stressful process. I'm normally quite disciplined when it comes to remaining grounded, however when my fury children are involved, it's a whole other ball game. This curve ball has obviously been thrown at me for a reason and while I write this, I am reminded of yet another spiritual truth being, 'Struggles and challenges bring forth growth'. Well, let's see how much I can grow!