One of the most delightful occasions that I have had as an animal communicator is the very first time I communicated with some of the many animals that my husband-to-be has shared his life with. Some of them are still living, many of them have passed on to the greener pasture of Daisy Hill Farm. It is fair to say that when J first met me, he really did not know precisely what he was letting himself in for. In fact, if I tell the whole truth, he had no idea whatsoever. Gradually though, the truth began to ooze out... The Tale of the Ghostly Goat began on the night that I attended our local spiritualist church. I often attend to feel closer to my loved ones in spirit but also to see how different mediums do their work. Towards the end of the service, I saw J's father (now in spirit) standing before me with a large white animal in front of him. My first impressions were that it was a golden retriever dog but thought that a fraction too big for that. I knew he wanted me to link in with him so I made a mental note to do so when I got home. When I finally sat down to link in with him, I realised that the large white animal was Sammy, J's old goat who had died approximately six months previously and whom I had known in the latter years of his life. My communication with him was delightful and gave me a tremendous insight into goatness. Oddly, he did not seem to be the same sort of character as I had believed he was in life although I had only known him as an elderly gentleman. He seemed to be a most sensual creature and it made me wonder about all those myths of Pan, the Goat God! During my communication with an animal, I often become them. I imagine looking out from their eyes and sensing what it is like to be in their body. He took me to his life on J's family farm, before I had known him and shared many experiences with me of that time. He allowed me to feel the sun on his coat, the delight of looking up to the sunny sky and leafy canopies above, the dance of light and shadow that leaves make on bright days. He showed me that J had tried to get him to wear a blue collar and his friend and life-companion Pepper was to wear a red one. Quite clearly this plan had failed and the goats were having none of it. He had such a sense of humour and both goats obviously delighted in winding their humans up into a frustrated frenzy. He showed me a broken window in a barn and some sort of machinery with handles, like that of a rotavator with a coat hanging on it. He then showed me the goats standing on the coat on the floor and how a man had got in a rage over finding his coat on the floor being trodden on by goats. He showed me an image of a metal ring set into concrete in the floor with the muddy tracks of a vehicle passing over it. He said that he would not stand on it because he knew there was a "well" under it. He then explained to me, "J would say that it was just a goat's instinct not to stand on something that was hollow underneath but I knew there was a well underneath." All these snippets of evidence were corroborated by J as I recounted what I had received. Yes, when they first got the goats who came to them as young adults, they had tried tether them (bad mistake), putting a blue collar on Sammy and a red collar on Pepper but the goats had snapped the chains and managed to wriggle themselves free. Yes, they were kept in what was called The Stable which had a broken window and yes, there was a rotavator that was kept in the stable upon which the relief milker used to hang his coat. Yes, there was an occasion when he became extremely exasperated having found his coat on the floor, covered in goat excrement! The goats had obviously found this a great source of amusement but interestingly Sammy had not mentioned the poo to me!! When I relayed the information to J about the ring set in concrete he had to think for a minute and then he said, "Yes, there was a stop-tap under there and the milk tanker used to drive over it everyday to collect the milk." What is remarkable and a oft-repeated theme in many of these communications with animals, is their reference to reincarnation. Many of my clients have been told by their animal that he/she has been with them before and will go as far as to describe what their human thinks is the previous pet. So when, at the conclusion of this communication with Sammy, he told me that he would like to come back to us again and showed me a picture of a small group of white goat kids (several of them), I was not surprised. This however has yet to occur! One would think that that was enough for one evening but before long a huge number of J's former animals stepped forward to communicate with him and to give him evidence of their love for him and for the life that they had shared together. There was a beautiful cow who obviously had a great love for J and who showed me her beautiful coat: cream with gorgeous waves. Yes, J knew exactly who she was. There were two cockerels who showed themselves to me including the colour of their plumage. All the time that this information was pouring through, J and I were attempting to get ready for bed. I would walk through to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then walk back into the bedroom with more information. Then finally, as I was quite exhausted and J was already in bed, wondering when when it was all going to stop, I said, "Did you have a sort of ducky/goosey-looking animal?" J, quite clearly not wanting to give too much away and in a strange sort of strangled voice said, "What exactly does it look like?" In a second, I was given the image in my mind of a white bird the size of a goose but with some flecks of black or grey that to my mind's eye could either have been mud splashes or a few darker feathers mixed in with the mostly white ones. I also noticed that although the bird's body was the size of a goose, it appeared to have short legs more like that of a duck's. I passed all this information onto J who, in the instant that he received it, had an expression on his face that looked like his world had come crashing down around his ears. He pulled the quilt up over his head and I heard a weak and muffled voice emerge from the pillow, "Not Captain Beaky!" Indeed it was! With that, Captain Beaky showed me how he had been kept in a pen looking up towards the main farm entrance where he could see the comings and goings of life on the yard. J said that yes, Captain Beaky was a goose with a leg deformity who had to be kept in a separate pen away from the other animals due to the fact that he could not walk well at all. He allowed me to feel his anguish when a male visitor to the farm had stood in front of his pen, saying, "How much do want for him? I'll have him for Christmas dinner!" and Captain Beaky had spent the rest of the day in a state of extreme upset and was so relieved when he saw J returned home in his landrover from T.H. Whites, a local agricultural merchant. "What?!" I thought. "Where did a thought as precise as that come from?" Don't worry! I was shocked to hear such precise words as "T.H. Whites" too! How do I explain how an animal knows information such as this or how even they understand it? The explanation that makes the most sense to me, is that they are listening all the time to our thoughts, the images that we project in our minds and the energy of our intentions. I would go as far as to argue that they engage in this telepathy at all times. As for J? He has never been the same since... |
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