Last night was one of those picture perfect evenings here in New Jersey, with no humidity and temperatures in the comfortable 70's. It was the first night of the yearly, five day, Hunterdon County 4-H Agricultural Fair. We'd never been to one before, but we had driven by their new fairgrounds and saw all manner of fun things in the distance - rides and shiny, restored tractors and animals. So yesterday, instead of working until midnight on our computers like we often do, my honey and I decided to give ourselves a break and check out the fair.
I'm a big animal person, and I'm gradually collecting stories from animals (from the animals' own "mouths," so to speak,) for future books. Over the years, I've been fortunate enough to develop my psychic abilities in many directions. So I'm just as likely to, say, find myself communicating with a ghost who has passed on as to have, perhaps, a precognitive (predictive) dream. I'm also an empath, which means I pick up on the energy of other people really easily, their emotions, their "drama," the specifics of what's happening to them. And I've also gradually been fine-tuning my talents at listening to what animals have to say.
Some of them don't have much to say. The cows I saw last night at the fair, sweet though they were, didn't have much going on "upstairs." They seem to be simple-minded, without much higher thought. They don't question what's happening to them and don't express themselves when I tune in. Either that, or I just haven't mastered cow vibration yet!
Pigs are very, very smart. Unfortunately, there were only three of them there at the fair, and they were babies who were sleeping - I didn't want to disturb them. I've "spoken" with pigs at other country fairs, and some of them are really bright. You might wonder how that can be, because we're so used to thinking of pigs as dumb. (Well, we're used to thinking of all animals as dumb. But pigs especially get a bad rap.) Did you know that in ancient Welsh mythology, there was an oracular pig named Hen-Wen who was considered to be very wise and psychic? She could tell the future, predicting omens by moving a bunch of sticks with her snout in various rune-type formations. Actually, they were probably more like the I Ching symbols, which were originally cast using reeds. (The I Ching and rune symbols are like early forms of tarot cards, without the cards.) Hen-Wen was highly regarded by royals and the more educated people of her time.
I plan to write more about animal communication in my articles section on my website. So I'll probably expand on some of what I'm talking about here. But I want to mention a few more things now that we discovered at the fair.
When I want to psychically tune in, it takes a lot of energy. This is why it was so challenging for me to be a full-time reader, although I had my own counseling practice for ten years. You have to generate such a spiritual battery charge in order to tune in clearly that it can leave you wiped out afterwards. These days, I prefer to just naturally tune in at times when I know my energy is high and I'm certain that I won't get burned out from tuning in. Last night, I was in high spirits, feeling like a kid again. Psychic experiences are easy to access when you're with a bunch of friends and in a playful, childlike, creative mood. Who doesn't feel good when they're at a place where they can buy a funnel cake? (Yum!)
One of the first areas we stopped at was the small poultry and rabbits barn. (I'll bet those poor bunnies don't get any sleep during the fair, with the chickens squawking so loudly right next to them.) Many of the animals were worked up and confused, of course, not knowing what was going on or what was expected of them. I find that a lot. Even with the horses that our landlady boards here on the farm, these horses are often very tense until someone actually takes a moment and explains what's going on to them. They just want to be reassured about their future, that everything is okay. You can tell animals this telepathically, and they'll get it. You'll see them immediately calm down.
So my honey and I beamed a lot of love and calming energy at all the animals we saw, to help them to feel better. I had a brief conversation with a tom turkey (a male turkey - I love how they call them tom turkeys!) He was a very ornate kind of turkey with gorgeous feathers, and he was all puffed up, nervous and trying to assert himself. His hen was in a pen right next to him. I sent him a lot of love, and he told me he was just worried that someone would go after his hen. He was very protective of his lady! I found that so sweet, that that was all he was worried about. Being in an unfamiliar environment like that with all of the people running around with kids and stuff must have been distressing to poor tom turkey. So I told him we're just here to admire you, and you are so pretty and special, and he calmed right down. I find that animals need lots of reassurance (just like people do, I suppose.) If you express love and appreciation to them, they mellow out right away. But you have to open up your heart and beam out real love as you do this, or it doesn't change anything. Animals respond more to energy, and they communicate back and forth with us via energy pictures.
In the sheep barn, there was one brown sheep who was very fuzzy (some sheep had been shorn, but this ewe was still all bushy, with this beautiful dark brown wool.) She was the only one I seemed to be able to talk to. Sometimes with animals, I'll find that it's just a small percentage of them that I can actually have a conversation with. Lady Brown Sheep was sweet, with these big, dark eyes, and when we came over and projected love at her, she laid right down in her stall, starting breathing more slowly, and began closing her eyes, like she was tranced out. She told me she could tell that we were animal people and that she'd like to come home with us or be with us. I would have loved to have sneaked her into the back seat of our car, but in spite of living on a farm right now, we don't own it. Since we're renting, it's harder for us to commit to taking on animals. (Although we've somehow managed to accumulate eight cats - most of them strays who found us.)
I fell in love in the goat barn. They had LOTS of LITTLE BABY GOATS. Many of them were only two weeks old, teeny, tiny little things. I really would have walked out of there with a bunch of them if I could have. They were too young to chit-chat, but they did respond to energy. One of them seemed to get a little hyper from the energy we were projecting at him (we probably gave him TOO much.) He was jumping and kicking and having a grand old goat time.
As we left, I kept talking about the goats and how much I loved them. My honey wasn't really into the goats, he said. He preferred the energy of the sheep. I told him that he was wrong, that the goats ROCKED. I reminded him that HE'S a goat, born under the sign of Capricorn.
Maybe that's why I liked them so much. I must have a soft spot for them.
I encourage YOU to attend any agricultural fairs you can in your area and start talking to the animals. You'll learn some interesting stuff.
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