In November 2004 I
attended an animal fair at the County Fairgrounds in Spokane,
Washington. I rented a booth and put up a big sign that said, “ANIMAL
COMMUNICATOR”. I was extremely nervous and glad to have my husband
Daniel with me for moral support.
The local news station
broadcasted live and did an interview with me just before the expo
started. With that kind of media coverage I was busy all day. Since I
was too nervous to do any sessions at the expo Daniel and I were busy
making appointments with people for after the show.
Toward the end of the
expo a woman came up to the booth with her dog, a pretty pit-bull
mix. She was very insistent on having a session with me and told
Daniel that she had driven over an hour and a half just to come and
see me. Neither of us knew this woman. Daniel politely told her that
we were only setting appointments and not doing actual sessions at
the show. He explained that there are too many distractions and it makes it difficult
for me to hear the messages.
This woman was very persistent and
continued to ask for a session. Daniel looked over at me and shrugged
his shoulders like, ‘What do I do now?’ and for some unknown
reason, I waved her over to the back of my booth and asked her to sit
down for a session.
Her name was Lisa. Her
dog, a beautiful pit-bull was named Sara. Lisa started right off by
telling me that she was very skeptical about this whole process and
didn’t even really know if she believed in ‘all this’
waving her arms around me.
I told her I completely
understood, as I had once been somewhat skeptical myself. I asked
Lisa what she wanted me to find out from Sara, who sat obediently at
Lisa’s side fixated on the wiener dog races that were still going
on in the complex.
“I don’t know,”
Lisa announced nervously, “Ask her if she has any messages for
me.”
“Ok,” I said,
“this will just take a minute.”
I connected with the dog
and the first thing Sara said to me was, “Night trauma.”
“Sara is telling me
about something called, ‘night trauma, night
trauma’,” I repeated. “Do you know what this means?”
“No,” Lisa responded,
“I don’t think so.”
Again, Sara told me to
say, ‘night trauma’.
“She is telling me to
say night trauma,” I persisted. “Is there something
going on at night with Sara?” I knew this had to be important for
the dog to keep sending the message.
“Uh, no, not that I can
think of. Doesn’t she need to be looking at you?” Lisa asked
still skeptical.
“No,” I answered,
“she is just fine.”
The muscular brown and
white pit-bull continued to sit with her back toward me, watching the
little weiner dogs racing back and forth.
“So if there is nothing
going on at night with your dog, how about with you?” I asked Lisa,
her eyes widening like big saucers. “Is there something going on
with you at night?”
“With me? Uh, yeah,
“She said, slowly, “ I’ve, uh, had some trouble sleeping
lately. Sara gets up with me at night when I can’t sleep.”
“Interesting,”
I said out loud, but mostly to myself. Having learned that animals
will sometimes put words together to get me to say something. Sara
did not say trouble sleeping, she said night trauma,
but in my mind, it was pretty much the same thing.
“Well, Sara is
worried about you because of this night trauma,” I told her.
“She says you are making yourself sick and upset. Do you know
what this is she is talking about?”
Lisa just stared at me
know, her eyes were filled with tears.
“She is also telling
me to tell you to stop doubting.” I continued on as the
messages from Sara were still coming through. Sara was intently
watching the wiener dog races, which were a popular event at the
expo. Spectators were cheering and screaming as excited little dogs
ran back and forth. I looked up at Lisa whose eyes were now about the
size of silver dollars.
“I’m not sure what
this is but Sara is telling me there is this ‘BIG THING
that you are doubting’, I’m supposed to tell you to stop
doubting this BIG THING, again, I don’t know what it is but she
says, tell her to stop doubting, stop doubting.”
I made a gesture with my
hands and outlined a big thing in the air in front of me as Sara kept
telling me to say this.
Lisa started to cry
hysterically, sobbing and reaching for a tissue. I had no idea what
was happening so I just waited until she calmed down.
When she regained her
composure, Lisa asked, “How did you know that?” She wiped
away her tears and blew her nose.
“How did I know
what?” I asked. I still had no idea what she was
talking about.
“I have been
doubting God, I’ve been doubting the existence
of God and I have been losing sleep over it, how did you
know that?” She was still upset and crying.
Through her tears she
said, “There was no way you could have known that, only my good
friends know, they have sent their pastors and ministers to my house
to talk to me about God, and the existence of God. I don’t believe
them, I don’t believe what they say, there is no way you could have
known that,” she blew her nose again, still mystified and a
little stunned.
“Sara told me,”
I answered quietly, “she is worried about you, she loves you.”
Lisa sat there trembling
for a while, unable to move, unable to speak. Daniel and I just let
her sit until she was ready to go. The whole session had all of us a
little shaken.
“I guess I owe you
an apology,’ she mumbled as she gathered her belongings. “That
was amazing, I don’t know what to say.”
“No apology needed,”
I said with a smile and a big hug.
“I guess I didn’t
realize that I was causing Sara to be upset too, I never meant for
that to happen.”
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