Just like doctors and mothers and other important vocations, intuitive animal communicators get it wrong sometimes.
Sometimes we get it way wrong.
This happened to me yesterday. I was working with a dog that had passed away. Her name is Bliss.
She told me that she wouldn’t be coming back for 2 years. She told me that her mother’s head hurt. She told me that her mother would know that it was her. All of these details flowed out of her with clarity and ease.
I should have known when she showed me a picture of herself and she didn’t look anything like the dog I was supposed to be talking to. That should have been a big red flag.
About 3 questions into the conversation with her owner, things were not resonating. At all. Things didn’t feel right. The owner was trying to make sense of my words and I was just frustrating her.
She thought her dog would come back much sooner. She knew it. She knew it in her heart. The description of the dog’s personality didn’t match who I was describing. She didn’t have a headache. She was fine.
I was wrong
It dawned on me that I didn’t have this right. I was making a mistake.
I said, “You know what, this isn’t lining up. This isn’t resonating. I think I’ve got the wrong dog.”
I expected her to yell at me, or cry.
The most important time to get things right is when dealing with a grieving owner, and I was not getting it right.
She said, “Thank you for your honesty.”
I said, “Of Course!”
I said, “Let’s try this again tomorrow. I’d like to try and reach your dog. I think I have the wrong dog here. I’m talking to a dog and it’s not your dog.”
She said, “Okay.”
I thanked God for this owner. I just thanked God that she was so gracious to me.
This morning, I hopped out of bed, and did an extended prayer, cleansing and grounding ritual to attune myself. I was worried for a second, and then I realized that this all wasn’t about me. My ego left the room, and I felt connected.
I reached out to Bliss (the dog), and I reached out to her owner energetically and said, Help me connect to her.
And there she was.
The dog is in a womb. She’s warm. She’s sleeping. She’s a few weeks yet away from being born. Being in the womb is awesome. You don’t even need to worry about breathing. It’s hushed and warm and you feel bathed in a deep love.
I got some details on the mother. She was worried that it was a big litter of puppies. She had recently experienced snow and did not like it. I asked for a picture of her and saw a grey-brown speckled dog. I asked if she was an aussie. I got a “yes”.
It’s rare to experience womb life as an animal communicator. I’ve only experienced it twice before. And it makes sense that I didn’t find her yesterday, because she was neither on the other side or here. She’s tucked away in a belly, waiting to be born.
I think I needed this lesson. I’m thinking about what I bring to intuitive animal communication, and how I can bring it even better.
I definitely needed a little womb time.
I’m looking forward to hearing about the new finding of Bliss. I’m hopeful that she and her owner reconnect with ease.