The Language of Animals: 7 Steps to Communicating with Animals
by Carol Gurney
Foreword by Actress Leigh Taylor-Young
Published by The Bantam Dell Publishing Group
I first met Carol Gurney when I was having trouble with my beautiful white Persian cat, Quan. Quan was unhappy with my choice of boyfriend and let me know by urinating on his clothing! I had heard of Carol through a friend, so I called her for a consultation. That first meeting was extraordinary. Carol sat quietly with Quan, who remained very peaceful, looking almost as if she were sleeping. Amazingly, Carol communicated a stream of accurate information, things she had no way of knowing, and helped us find a solution to the problem. I knew right then that Carol had a special gift, and she sparked in me my own quest for heightened awareness and communication with animals.
Every relationship I’ve had with an animal since childhood has been a primary relationship for me. They have added quality to my life, and I feel honored and blessed by their presence. After working with Carol, learning her HeartTalk ProgramSM, and now reading this book, The Language of Animals: 7 Steps to Communicating with Animals, my relationships have deepened even more. I always knew at
some level that animals and humans shared some type of communication, but I didn’t realize the depth of animals’ perceptions. After Carol’s first session with Quan, I began to deal with my cat with
more awareness and respect. It wasn’t that I hadn’t respected her before that, in my heart, but I was now beginning to understand just how much animals have to give us.
A word I take deeply to heart from Carol and her work is intention. It’s a word I’ve used often in my awakening to communication with animals. I’d always “talked” with Quan, even before the misunderstanding with my gentleman friend, but I now added my intention of openness, the intention that she actually did understand me. This helped me move forward in my journey. Quan also helped me, although I didn’t realize it at the time. I thought I was experiencing my own epiphany, but I became aware that she was teaching me that if I surrendered judgment or closed-mindedness and approached it with willingness and humility, then we would definitely communicate. It worked. I actually felt that I entered her frequency, like finding a wavelength on a radio. We are wired differently, animals and humans, but there is a place you can find this “frequency,” where there is pure communication.
Carol has worked with my animals and me many times since that first meeting, and every experience continues to amaze me. Developing my own intuitive language with animals has enlightened my awareness about how these relationships can play a bigger and more fulfilling role in life. We tend to take animals so for granted, yet they can be our teachers and our healers. For me, my cats (I added beloved Lucky to the family along the way) have always offered me the opportunity to slow down and quiet my world so that I can listen to their wisdom. If I get busy at my desk for too many hours, Lucky will walk across my computer keyboard, plop himself in front of me, paw at my pen, and say it’s time to stop. I always listen, but to be perfectly honest, I don’t always follow their advice. The biggest gift we humans can give ourselves is to listen, and not assume that animals are limited in the ways we’ve been taught. They are boundless in what they have to give, in the richness of their communication, if only we stop and learn to listen and commune.
As for animals being healers, let me tell you about my adopted Palomino draft horse, Charlie, who pulled carts full of children at Disneyland for twenty years. When he became too old to do his work anymore, he went to live at Windermere Ranch in the Santa Barbara Mountains. Here he was lovingly cared for by the staff and many visitors. I “adopted” him by participating in his care.
Unfortunately, I never had a strong emotional relationship with my father; I never had a sense of being cherished or safe in ways that stabilized my emotional development. I tell you this about myself, because one day, when I went to the ranch to groom Charlie, I received the greatest gift from him. As I stroked and brushed him, Charlie just stood there good-naturedly, eyes halfway closed, yet I felt a profound and enduring sense of patience and love eminating from him. This shouldn’t be surprising, given that this horse pulled children in carts for twenty years, but I was struck by his loving energy at the core of my being. All of a sudden, I felt as if I’d found the qualities of the father I had missed. Everything I’d wished for in my life from my father was manifesting at this very moment. I’d never known these feelings, or that I could experience them. Charlie’s energy enveloped me and offered such unconditional safety and love that it was palpable.
I leaned into Charlie, weeping, and he just stood and held for me as I cried on his shoulder. It was one of the most amazing experiences and revelations I have ever had. When I left him that day, I asked if I could hold his head in my arms, and, as I gently put my head to his, I whispered to him that he was the father I had never known. I thanked him for this beautiful gift, and reminded him that he would forever be with me.
I stayed connected with my dear friend Charlie until the day he couldn’t get up anymore. All the horses on the ranch came around him and held for him as he had for me. They circled Charlie as he gently left this life. Although he may be gone, this wise, patient teacher left a legacy of love and healing.
If you have ever wished for a deeper connection with your animals, you have come to the right place by reading The Language of Animals: 7 Steps to Communicating with Animals. In this book, Carol gently and kindly awakens us to an awareness of our connection with animals. She gives guidance and provides practical, easy-to-do, and confidence-building exercises. She covers every base of animal communication, from choosing a new companion to the death of an animal.
The special chapter on death and dying explains every step of this painful process: how to tackle the practicalities, what your options are, what you can do to treasure your animal during the dying process and after, and, of course, how to communicate along the way (and afterwards). The gift she gives in this chapter is an opportunity to be with each emotion during the dying process rather than just be overwhelmed. The hands-on advice, the enlightening information, and the stories are so profound, they truly move you to tears.
I buy a lot of books about animals; I love them. The Language of Animals: 7 Steps to Communicating with Animals is the first book that tells animal lovers in the simplest way how they can work with the love they have for their animals, and how they can benefit. As you’ll read, your heart guides you, and Carol is truly guiding human hearts to the greater benefit. Nobody else I’m aware of has ever done this.
I have implemented every aspect of the book into my relationships with animals and with humans. Every single exercise, every anecdote, every lesson she teaches can be applied across the board to enriching our relationships with all living beings. I think of The Language of Animals: 7 Steps to Communicating with Animals as a manual for living, because by reading it we learn to know and love ourselves better as we learn to communicate with animals. I believe God has given Carol a unique gift, but she’ll tell you she’s simply reintroducing us to the language of the heart—our own intuition.
As you read and learn from this book, let your heart guide you. Let the animals teach and inspire you, and let yourself be open to all possibility.
~ Leigh Taylor-Young
Carol Gurney is internationally respected as one of the foremost experts and a pioneer in the world of Animal Communication. For over 23 years she has traveled the globe teaching people how to connect with our animal companions and the first to offer a fully comprehensive training program in this ever-growing field. Leigh is on the board of The Gurney Institute of Animal Communication.
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Lucky, my cat friend
A week to the day after my mother died, my lovely white Persian “cat-friend”, Quan Yin, disappeared from my home. It was devastating. Too much loss. A week later, a dear friend, who like me is a tender lover of animals, encouraged me to get another cat. I was sad and very reluctant. When you lose what you love, it’s hard to imagine anything in its place. I agreed, however, to just “look”. I went to the same place where I had bought Quan Yin some years earlier. I looked around, and nothing interested me. I saw a cage in the back of the store. In it was a short-haired, tiger-marked cat. As I approached, it reached its paw out toward me. I had always responded to long-haired cats. This one was small, sleek, with short hair and definitely not fluffy. I asked about the cat. Evidently, he had been there nine months, no one had wanted him, and the owners were concerned because soon he would have to go to the pound.
They loved him, saying he was very delightful, friendly and playful. They didn’t understand why he was still there. He had been their hardest sale and longest tenant. I asked to hold him. I rolled him over on his back in my lap to see how calm he was, and he let me. I turned him over and he gently climbed up my chest, snuggled in my chin and kissed me with his whiskers. His eyes were elegantly shaped, brown and bright. They were so bright! In my heart, he spoke to me. That was it; we were mates. I took him immediately to the vet, who told me he was an Ocicat — which, he said, was a wonderful breed.
After he was with me a week, I finally “found” his name. It was “Lucky!” I had tried all my usual esoteric names, but he was something much more real. He loved interaction, communication and physical contact. He was fun! Quan Yin had been a very gentle, refined and aloof cat. I respected her and had accepted her. We loved each other very much at a distance. With all the changes in my life, I realized that fun and play and closeness were now necessary and healing for me.
Ten days after Quan Yin disappeared, she was found by a neighbor. She was very weak. I picked her up, so thrilled that she was alive and took her home. I joyfully introduced her to Lucky and she came immediately and totally alive! Who was this intruder in her domain?! He understood it to be his domain, she understood it to be hers. Now, here was a diplomatic challenge. All my years in the world of diplomacy and psychology, and I didn’t know what to do. I called Carol Guerney, a famous animal “communicator” in the country. She came over to “counsel” them. She said Quan Yin felt her purpose was usurped by Lucky’s presence. Her purpose had been me, and me alone, and she was not interested in sharing. She only wished Lucky’s stripes would fall off! Lucky, on the other hand, felt she was the one with the problem and she had to get over it.
Carol gave Lucky two jobs, or “purposes”, in being with me. One was to keep the home free of flies and bugs, and the other was to stay very close to me physically and allow me all the hugs and kisses I wanted. Quan Yin reluctantly accepted that her new purpose was to simply be a serene and quiet presence and that this was absolutely a contribution to me. I dearly love Quan Yin. Lucky, however, has become my little animal “talisman”. He ruthlessly stalks all flies and bugs, and joyfully eliminates them. He plays, he talks, and is never more than a few feet away. The joy and friendship and spirit he displays has been a gift to me. He has taught me what a gift it is to give trust.
Lucky has been in Vogue magazine, Garden magazine and on 48 Hours, where he was seen being treated by an alternative vet. I even named my computer’s hard drive after him. I’m quite sure, in my fantasies, that Lucky Jeans was named after him. Since Lucky has entered my life, so have wonderful people and events. Of course, I’m sure he had something to do with it.
JASPER, January 28, 2017
Not All Who Wander Are Lost…JRR Tolkien
There is something about this black cat. He wanders and yet he is not lost. I discovered him almost two years ago now. I would see him in our back yard. Our back yard is full of life. Full of many flocks of birds, raccoon, possum, an occasional mountain lion, fox, coyote, ground squirrels, and then this small black panther-like cat with piercing large golden eyes. I think I fell in love the first time I saw him. I am somewhat concerned that I really do mean I fell in love. I started putting food out for him, not knowing what animal would get it. Occasionally I would see him eating it, and the feeling of joy would overcome me. I began to track him. In other words, I was acutely aware of him and began looking for him. One day, I came out our back door and he was sitting on the roof of the garage staring at me. I felt an intense connection, and I knew the connection was mutual. He began to come around more. Eerily we began to come upon each other suddenly and we would just stop, freeze, and we would look at each other, fully taking in something mysterious and mesmerizing. I would softly speak loving words which I could tell he absorbed. My husband now noticed him and occasionally would report that he had claimed a bird dinner from amongst our flocks. I found myself understanding and being glad he had found something to eat. I must admit seeing him fly by the back of the house with a dangling baby ground squirrel tested my affections, but only briefly. He was teaching me something.
I decided to feed him just outside the back yard sliding glass door. I fed our cats on the inside of this door, and the black cat on the outside to see how the exposure to each other might go. I soon slid open the glass door and only a screen door remained between them, so if they chose to smell or do a dance, they could. My cats were inside cats as they were very domestic and I questioned their survival skills. They all proved curious. It was fun to see them relate. For now it seems relatively benign separated by a secure screen.
I was looking for a name for her or him. I could not get close to see which this was. I decided it was a girl because there was something so extraordinarily vulnerable about this cat, and I sensed it was very sweet and even longing for connection. My heart was so involved and would leap with happy when my eyes would spot who soon became named Jasper. My husband named this creature Jasper, and I looked it up. Jasper is masculine. Jasper is a Persian name, and it means ‘bearer of Treasure’, and Jasper was the name of one of the Three Wise Men bearing gifts to the baby Christ. Aha. Good name certainly if proved a boy.
Slowly over time I began to watch Jasper’s habits as he increasingly appeared to appreciate the food left for him twice a day, and all of the sweet words caressing him up close and from afar. He began to come closer. My husband now as well had taken up the gauntlet of loving him. At feeding time, Jasper began to roll over in the dirt nearest the door and the food, and it seemed an invitation. John and I at separate times would gently approach, and soon we would be able to touch him, and then he would dart away. I began to wonder where his gorgeous wild self would go in between breakfast and dinner. Where would he come from before breakfast? Where would he go after dinner?
I would see him on the top of walls, coming out of dense luscious undergrowth and flowers in the garden. I began to see him stretched like a languorous panther, noble and royal near the bird feeders and expressing no hunting behavior. I began to experience that he was feeling welcome as I would call his name when I left the house, when I returned and anywhere in between. I was sending love messages into the air hoping he would be bathed in them wherever he was listening. I knew, just knew, he was close at hand. He was wild and free, and yet he was somehow beginning to return the loving. I could feel it in his soft looks and his rolling on his back in the dirt. He was now, after a year, allowing us to pet him and he was loving it. He began to put out his paw on our hand to say, please don’t stop. He now gives us his belly and his body to stroke to our hearts’ content. Occasionally he willingly allows me to pick him up, and he does not resist at all. He nestles his head into the nape of my neck, as I kiss him and whisper tender lullabies to him as he purrs so endearingly, not moving, wanting it to last.
I love seeing him use our back yard as a giant kitty box. After relieving himself in the dirt amongst the flowers, he covers it with good manners. Not so long ago, we discovered he was a boy. It was clear by the long scar on his belly that whatever was done was not so nicely done. He has not had an easy life and he carries a lonely quality.
One day my husband and I put a collar on him with a lovely crown shaped tag bearing the name of our other male cat. Something changed in Jasper with that collar. He loves it. He acts like he knows that now he has a family. He belongs to a family. He belongs to our hearts. He owns it and he acts like it. We now close off the upstairs bedroom from the other cats and leave a window open for him. He either sleeps outside our bedroom window each night awaiting his morning Jasper greeting and massage, or he comes in through the window and carefully roams and explores our room. If it is storming, he sleeps near our bed on a soft mat for him. We honor him for his wandering, as sometimes he leaves for a day or two and I fret missing him, knowing he is in the wild. I know that we are blessed with his presence however much he chooses to give himself to us. We get the blessing of loving him. When he returns, he knows deeply he belongs, and for the moment he has reached a destination.
JASPER…August 8, 2017
My dearest animal friend has passed
Jasper, my dearest animal friend, has passed into Spirit by the grace of the coyote. Being in the home of the Traveler, profoundly cherished by myself and by John, with loving and respect for his freedom to come and go through our bedroom window, and then being ‘slain’ is a teaching story. It is not arbitrary. Jasper is teaching me something and I feel it, I know it. My heart is raw, hurt, aching, and receptive and eager to learn the message.
You see, Jasper was a wild cat, a ferrel cat. He was black, all black with golden green startling eyes of acute instinctive intelligence. He had the willingness to look directly at you and hold the look with genuine connection. He was noble, and wherever he was, you sensed a unique awareness. He was riveting to me. He moved like silk and velvet. Stealthy but available, furtive but longing to touch. He had very long needle-like talons, and front paws that moved at the speed of light.
The first time I really saw him, other than flash appearances in our large and wild garden, was on top of the garage staring intently at me. He was in Sphinx position. It was electric. I was frozen, staring back at him. I think in that moment, a moment still alive in my memory, I fell in love with him.
He began to appear in all sorts of places. The roof, outside a window, the top of the driveway wall, in a tree. With a year of loving and nurturing up close, and from afar when respectful distance was what he needed, he eventually became our nighttime companion. He slept with us and embraced the incredible amounts of cuddling and petting and fun we shared each evening. We passed through the stage of his nighttime delivery of ‘presents’, and the colorful and gooey messes on our white carpet in the morning. He learned through our love and consistency that HE himself was the present he was bringing to us. It took some discipline and some direct coaxing. Our message was that he could relax and learn that we felt blessed by him alone, and the rest he could leave outside. He finally got it after our many run-ins with live mice and rats.
Many months followed of joyful time together that filled my heart. There was little I wanted to do more than be around him. The connection was so powerful for me that it was mysterious. I often found him sleeping on my pillow throughout the day. A relief I am sure, from having to hunt to survive and being on constant vigilance from the abundant wildlife around our property. He was peaceful and happy, and he was claiming our home as a welcome home for him. I loved going up to our room many times a day with any excuse just to see him and kiss him. Every time I saw his panther beauty on my white pillow, my heart lifted up in happiness. I felt that he was God’s special gift for me. I would lean down, my hair falling over his blackness, and respectfully encircle him with my arm. He often reached out his paw, pulled in his nails, and patted my cheek or licked my hand until it was really clean. He opened a deep and truly innocent and joyful place in my heart. He restored this place in me. My truest self.
I was thrilled that he received my loving with no resistance. He trusted me, and except for John, he trusted no one else. I trusted him with my heart and I surrendered to his beingness completely. It was so wonderful being all open in my heart. I loved kissing him on his sweet head. I loved his noble head. I would whisper into all his cells with intent, “Jasper boy, I love you, God bless you, Peace be still”. I know he loved my voice and my talking to him in full conversation. I often prayed over him and asked Jesus if Jasper could be his Christ kitty, and be protected in the wild. When he would come in through his window, he loved stretching out full length, and sort of slide along the carpet towards me, and turn his head upside down and look at me. I would get down on the floor and stretch out long like him, gently slide towards him and turn my head upside down, look at him, then reach out and hold his paw. And we would just look at each other. It was a grand romance.
I was concerned about leaving for two weeks for work with my husband, as I knew Jasper and my rhythm was so mutually personal, and all of a sudden I would not be there. I told him all about our trip and tried to describe the nights we would be gone. I called several communicators who work with animals to tell him I am coming home to him, and arranged for the window to stay open and food placed every day. We have a lovely friend who cares for our home and other cats while we are away. Still, I was unsettled. Evidently he came several times early on in the trip, and then suddenly he did not show up at all. When I came home, it was a strange energy of pure void, pure emptiness. His life force was not anywhere. Not on our roof, our garden, our bedroom. Gone. Empty. I cried. I could not accept his loss. I missed him so. Several communicators felt he had been adopted in a home…but he was too wild. I knew that would not work well with his spirit as he could not be content incarcerated in a home, no matter how comfortable or well-fed he might be. I felt his complete need for freedom, and I felt his need to connect and be loved, and to love. But I could not yet face the fullness of his possible death.
We were coming home from dinner at dusk a few days after our return, and on our lawn was a very relaxed coyote, sitting in a remarkable pose of ease and self-possession. He was beautiful. He got up and did an amazing thing. Something Jasper did all the time, a double downward dog…forward and backward. I had not seen a dog do this, let alone a coyote, and had not seen even cats do the depth of stretch in this way that Jasper had. I was taken aback and something in my psyche was taking note…was this a sign? He then trotted right in front of us.
I dreamed of Jasper. Soon John told me he was in spirit, and I let go with immense grief. It is not over. I am being altered by him, by this experience. What I realize that Jasper shared with me was his pure nature. His utter loving from every cell of his being, and his love of his freedom. He loved that open window. It was his window to come and go. His freedom respected, his nature trusted and respected, and his loving heart was certain and respected.
He is teaching me about death, the eternal spirit we all share, man and animal, and he is teaching me about the integrity of authenticity he demonstrated to honor who you truly are, and the adventure to enter new experience with trust and courage and willingness…..to explore, learn, grow and expand.
I want to share what singular event has set me on my new course to learn from this with every fiber of my being. His loss has been a great cost, and I want it to be fertile for us both….It is the following report.
In the midst of my unknowing of where he was, I reached out to a very special woman, Sue Irwin, an animal communicator well trained by a master, Carol Gurney. I told her of my confusion and fear, and asked her to communicate with him. I was open to all possibilities, and I trusted her to ‘find’ him. I knew she would.
Here is the report she sent me. I found it profound, heartbreaking for me, but it has set me into a transformation whether I liked it or not. Loss of a loved one is like walking the sharp edge of a knife, and you must learn to walk, but it hurts with every step.
JASPER, August 7, 2017
Jasper’s love and words for Leigh
Hi Leigh:
I spoke with Jasper today, and I do feel he has indeed passed out of his physical body. I am so sorry to tell you this by email, but I think you wanted to know as soon as possible. I will be happy to go over my session with him with you on the phone, but I think you are not home right now, so it might be difficult for us to get a time to talk. What I have done is typed up my transcript of my session with Jasper so you can know what he told me and hear his messages and not have to wait; it is attached. Please let me know if you have any questions, and of course we can also talk about this when you have some time.
Please also know there is always a possibility I can be wrong about this; so if you want to keep your window open in case he is still in his body and wants to come in, please do so.
I hope this helps. This is really an awful thing to be dealing with when you have to be seeing to other obligations and helping others; my heart really goes out to you.
My best,
Sue
Communication with Jasper (Leigh Taylor-Young’s cat)
Monday, August 7, 2017
Note from Sue: Animals communicate with thoughts, which I translate into words; also with images and feelings: both emotional and physical. I also sometimes get sounds and odors. You’ll see places in this transcript where I may refer to Images, Sounds, Odors and Feelings – these are the ‘Notes from Sue’.
Sue, Animal Communicator: Jasper, Leigh told me you haven’t come home for about 10 days – can you tell me why?
Jasper: I am only able to come in spirit.
Sue: Does this mean you are no longer in your physical body?
Jasper: Yes, I am out of my body.
Sue: Can you tell me what happened?
Jasper: I made a mistake – I walked into something when I should have stayed away.
Sue: What did you walk into?
Image from Jasper: Jasper investigating a dark hole – in the ground – sort of in an embankment.
Jasper: I was “pounced on” from behind; gone quickly (I had the sense he was picked up in a creature’s mouth and shaken very hard; his neck snapped).
Sue: Do you know what it was that did this to you?
Note from Sue: I had the sense of an acrid odor – very gamey, bitter; then I had the sense this odor was the breath of the animal that pounced on him.
Sue: Did this happen at night?
Jasper: At “dusk”. It was something bigger than me.
Note from Sue: I got the sense of something grayish/blackish in color.
Jasper: It was strong.
Sue: Did it hurt?
Note from Sue: I had the sense of a very quick, sharp pain, then he was gone.
Then I flew out of my body.
Note from Sue: I had the sense of his spirit jumping out of his body.
Sue: Where did you go?
Jasper: I “hovered” for a bit, looking down.
Sue: What did you see?
Image: a dog-like body with Jasper’s body.
Sue: Can you show me what it looked like in the area where this happened?
Image from Jasper: A fence.
Note from Sue: The kind with thin upright slats close together with wire behind the slats, holding it together – it was sagging in places and looked old; this happened in a rocky, sandy area in a sort of culvert or depression in the land.
Sue: Were you close to home?
Jasper: Not far.
Note from Sue: I had the sense of about ½ mile or less.
Sue: Were there any other critters around?
Jasper: No.
Note from Sue: The term “lone wolf” came to my mind; he meant this was one creature off by itself.
Sue: Where did your spirit go next?
Jasper: I knew what had happened.
Note from Sue: Meaning he knew he had passed out of his body; sometimes when something happens very quickly, it takes an animal a bit of time to realize they are no longer in their physical body; it seemed Jasper did know right away he was no longer in his body. I then had the sense of Jasper flying in spirit over his home – your house.
Sue: Where are you now?
Jasper: I go between.
Note from Sue: Meaning he has gone between your home and the spiritual plane.
I would like to say goodbye to Leigh.
Sue: Can you tell me what she needs to do this with you; to connect to you?
Jasper: Sit quietly; close her eyes, I will appear.
Sue: Should she do this when she is at home?
Jasper: I can appear to her from any place, but home would work best for her.
Sue: What would you like me to tell her for you?
Note from Sue: It seemed he has things he feels he can tell you directly when you connect, but I know sometimes we don’t trust ourselves, so here I was asking what I could relay to you.
Jasper to Leigh: Thank you for your love, care, respect: respecting who I am and what I wanted to do: be free – come and go, experience “human” love as well as being free and wild.
Leigh was a brief but “rich” part of my experience in this body, this lifetime.
Note from Sue: He is not minimizing your experience with him but rather emphasizing how large his total experience was in his most recent body. He is also saying he felt your connection/experience together, although brief was very rich, full, deep.
Jasper to Leigh:The “thread” does not need to be broken – it continues regardless of where I am and where she is; no matter what form we are in – in spirit or in body – it doesn’t matter.
Sue: Can you tell me what you mean by “thread”?
Jasper: Our heart connection, love, awareness of our being, our spirit/life force. We remain, we are, regardless of form.
Sue: Leigh misses you very much and feels sad…what would you say to her to help?
Jasper: Leigh, you know we go on. Use your “knowing” to help. We touch each other, then we pass: either move on in spirit form, or even just move on in physical form sometimes. But the time when we make that connection, the time when we touch each other’s soul, that is the essence of our time together. I am glad I had that time with you and with John.
Sue: Do you have any messages for John?
Jasper to John: A deep, rich, complex soul.
Note from Sue: Here he is describing how he saw John.
Jasper to John: I had to wait to reach the tender places in his heart, but I did and I thank him for opening up to me and sharing those special places with me.
Note from Sue: I had the sense John was able to set aside all else on his mind at times and experience that connection with Jasper.
Sue: Are you OK?
Jasper: Oh, yes. This life was a bit shorter than I planned, but the “unexpected” can happen.
Sue: Can you tell me what you are doing now?
Jasper: “Experimenting” in this form.
Sue: Is this the first time you have been in spirit form?
Jasper: Oh, no, but it is the first time I have gone from cat to spirit.
Note from Sue: I had the sense he is sort of coming back to himself; growing beyond what he can be in a cat body, taking on more aspects than he could have in a cat body. I had the sense these aspects go beyond what a physical body/intellect can understand/comprehend.
Sue: Do you plan to reincarnate?
Jasper: I don’t know yet. I need to regain my “fullness” then decide what I want to learn, experience and achieve next.
Sue: Do you feel you would ever reincarnate/come back to Leigh in a physical body?
Jasper: I don’t think so. I experienced being with her; her spirit, so next time I will choose someone/something else. That is me. I am not tied to any one person/place/form. I wish to experience as much as I can through many life times, many forms.
Sue: Is there anything else you want to tell me?
Jasper: Yes, a “message” for Holly: Thank you, too, for your love and care and understanding my needs, my choices, my desires to be free and able to choose who I wanted to “approach” and trust.
Note from Sue: I had the sense she did not force herself on him but let him decide, and he said: Yes!
Image from Jasper: Jasper with wings, flying.
Jasper: Yes, it is a wonderful feeling.
Sue: Do you visit Leigh?
Jasper: I am not hovering around our home. But she can reach out for me anytime; I will be there.
Sue: Is there anything else?
Note from Sue: He sent strong feelings of gratitude and love to Leigh.
Sue Erwin | Certified Professional Animal Communicator | West Grove, Pennsylvania, USA
sue@sueerwin.com | 540-319-1717
Consulting Associate – The Gurney Institute of Animal Communication
I Love Wolves
In 2010, John and I were in Santa Fe, a place that is a Mecca of joy for me. We were window shopping. I was sharing with him some of my years living in Santa Fe in the early 70s and the wonderful characters I had surrounded myself with back then: artists of all sorts, healers, hippies, cowboys, mystics, Native American Medicine Men, carpenters, writers, some ex-convicts, ranchers, and so on. I was having the blessing of being able to show John the sites of actual events in my life.
I love wolves. We passed a store of Native American art and I noted several pictures focusing on the wolf. I had to go in, and so we did. The man in the store was the artist himself, Daniel Valdes. I loved his native art, especially of the animals, and most especially the wolf. Daniel was taken with my energy and enthusiasm for his work, along with my curiosity and interest in him. John was looking around the store and of course was holding the energy field as Traveler. Daniel and I continued to share, and it became clear that what was really going on between us was the sharing of Soul energy and re-union.
Daniel told me he himself held a role as a Native American mystic, and he spoke to me specifically of the Raven and his profound relationship with this energy. I then shared my own lifelong appreciation for the Raven. He asked me, “Do you know your ‘animal’ or ‘spirit animals’?” He commented that I had a gifted sensitivity to natural life and the animal spirit. I said I did not know my animals, or my spirit animals. I bought several paintings of wolves and we all hugged and said we would see each other again.
I did not go to Santa Fe the following year. John called me on his last morning there, and I asked him to please go by and give my love to Daniel. As I was speaking to John, I was looking at the picture of the wolf that Daniel had painted. Shortly John called me back, and told me that the store was closed due to Daniel’s passing away a few days before. He had passed away while John had been in Santa Fe. I was deeply affected, shocked and unable to speak. I had been feeling so happily connected to him, and so eager to hear how he was.
John spoke a blessing of the Light for Daniel. I then sat down to do my spiritual exercises and to pray for him, allowing myself to feel the tenderness in my heart, and the loss… and suddenly Daniel came utterly present. It was temporarily unnerving as I had no expectation of such an experience. His presence was as a palpable cloud of his spirit all around me, and it was soothing and honoring of me as his friend and sister. I let myself take it in and relax, and shortly I was out of my body. I had a remarkable and potent lucid dream. I was aware that Daniel was somehow orchestrating this dream. He was unseen but present within it.
I came into union with various totems that have a deep bond with me on some level of awareness…all appearing to me as living animals. I had the experience of walking in a forested and spacious landscape. A magnificent grey and white wolf appeared to my right and moved into natural step beside me. Proud, wild and protective, he was assured and committed that he walked beside me always. We understood this with no question. My right arm comfortably dropped to him and I lightly cupped his neck with my hand. The mantle of his coat felt thick and rough. We were in an effortless communion and both of us knew we were the stronger for each other.
To my left side appeared a female deer. Her fur and markings emitted a golden warmth that I could feel enter into me as she moved beside me. The warmth bathed me and comforted me. She was indefinably lovely and graceful, yet her muscles were supple and very strong. With awareness she tripped lightly on her feet in perfect rhythm with my step. Her eyes were the gift. They were rich and soft eyes that fixed on me with a penetrating tenderness. She was inviting me into the knowingness of the love we shared.
Next, a bald eagle landed on my head, his talons fixed comfortably like a secure solid band on the top of my head. His wings were fully spread and his fierce eyes, black and piercing, were in sharp and acute perception of all that was around us. He was poised to take care of any intruder approaching with anything less than love. Focused allegiance with my heart was all he knew and nothing else. My aegis, my shield and my sword.
Walking close behind me was a fully grown male lion. He carefully measured his distance to me with an eye to my safety. His head would shake with his sound, and a visceral, tensile and shameless power moved through him with every step. His motions expressed a tough nobility in the midst of his male grace. My back still feels the heat of his breath that blew forth with his unlimited and undying loving for me. This lionine presence thrived in unquestioned loyalty.
At some distance before me in awkward stance on two legs, walked a very large bear mantled in brilliant, luxurious black and brown fur. He walked intently, proudly going ahead before us all, doing his job and making sure it was heralded and safe.
Daniel’s energy and presence then lifted from the experience.
Still dreaming, there was now an addendum to these earth animals and their powerful alignment with me. A baby lamb was placed into my arms by Spirit. This transcendental innocence and sweetness and delectable softness snuggled to my heart and rested within me in total trust. My heart was enveloped with Spirit’s loving.
Daniel bestowed his gift to me. It is a gift of safety and protection that is real for me to this day. I easily feel the infusion of these beautiful creatures and their qualities. We are all deeply in love with each other. Each animal being is my beloved and an aspect of my own loving. I am beloved to them. We move harmoniously as Family, all One. Thank you dear friend, my Raven friend Daniel. Thank you.
– LTY
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