Some of you may know that I am an animal healer as well as a therapist for humans. I go to a rescue centre called Dog’s Aid once a week to offer some healing to whichever animals need it. I’ve been doing this for seven years, and I can honestly say that I have never seen a cent go astray in that time – all resources go on the animals. Maggie, who runs the place, is an amazing character. I greatly admire her. She’s been rescuing animals for over thirty years. I don’t know how she keeps going. I simply wouldn’t have the physical or emotional stamina to do what she does. So at the moment, she and I have been trying to help a grey African parrot who is nearly bald as he is plucking his feathers out. I started offering him healing a few weeks ago. Then I did some research online, and Maggie changed the location of his cage. Then I got some Chamomilla homeopathic remedy for him. Some of his feathers grew back. Then I made up a remedy of Crab Apple, Cherry Plum and Rescue Remedy, from the Bach Flower remedies. He started on that last week and when I went in to work with him yesterday, I could immediately see an improvement. His energy field was brighter. He had more feathers. Maggie had asked two volunteers to extend his cage by linking it to another one and they had done a great job. I had gleaned more information from the internet and I put in a branch of silver birch (apparently silver birch and willow are two wood types safe to use with grey African parrots) and some pine cones, to amuse him. Yesterday, for the first time, he came right over to me, and put one claw on one side of the cage and the other on the other corner, exposing his chest feathers to me. He stayed like that for about fifteen minutes, soaking up the healing as I sang lullabies to him. He must be deaf because my singing voice would clear a pub after a lock-in!! Maggie always says that whatever ailment humans can get or experience, animals are the same. So when he was introduced to his new extended cage, he wouldn’t go into it. Fear of more freedom and addiction to the safe routine afflicts us all, I guess. Exasperated, Maggie said to him, “Well, you’re supposed to be intelligent – you figure it out!” He did, eventually. Later she told me that an eighteen year old dog called Lukie had died the day before from a massive stroke. Lukie came into the shelter five years ago. Her owner had another, bigger dog. Lukie was the size of a cat so that wouldn’t have been difficult. The big dog chased Lukie under the jeep and – get this – the owner deliberately ran over Lukie to “teach her a lesson.” I woke at 4am this morning thinking about this. What sort of heart of darkness would you need to have to do such a thing? I’m not naive. I’ve heard many horrific stories of humans abusing humans in my eighteen years as a therapist. But some stories cut right to your heart, don’t they? So what can we do to offset such barbarity? Look to our own inner demons first, and make sure we face them so that we don’t project them out onto a hapless dog or human. Intend to be kind and act in a kind way to all sentient beings and the earth itself. Clearly the world needs all the light we can bring into it. And now is the only time we have.
Today I got the big cage out of the shed, and have it set up with a litter tray and an electric heat pad. I covered it with a blanket. My four cats were agog. Who is going to be in this cage? Can we help by sitting on top of it? What’s going on? I explained to them that Samson, a terminally ill cat is coming to stay with us for a little while and that everyone should stay calm. He is FIV positive, so he has to stay in the cage until they are all out of the room. It’s only transmitted through biting though and he is a friendly boy so all will be well. Samson is actually in good form, but is painfully thin at 2.4 kgs. He was checked by the vet last week who said that the prognosis is not good. His immune system is shot to bits. Of course, it will all end in tears (mine) but I want to offer him some TLC, healing Reiki and try to build him up a little. The goal is to make him as comfortable as possible because he has had a hard life on the street. If he gets into distress, then we will let him go. He will be in the sitting room, beside the fire, offered little tidbits a few times a day and get plenty of strokes and cuddles. No doubt my furry crew will be trying to eyeball him but it’ll be okay. They are all in marathon snooze mode these short winter days and after five minutes excitement on his arrival tomorrow, they’ll probably yawn and go back asleep. Cats have it all figured out.
As a therapist and animal healer, I am very aware of the suffering in the world of both humans and animals. When I work with a stressed animal, I can feel my stomach contract with their fear. Emotional energy is contagious. Three years ago I started an experimental news fast for a month as I found my energy was being brought down by a constant diet of bad news. I stopped watching the news on TV and reading newspapers. It worked. I use my improved energy to do what I can to help people and animals and to honour my soul work. I have never gone back to following news, but because I use a computer naturally I see snippets even when I don’t want to.
As a clinical hypnotherapist, I know that whatever we focus on expands. As a healer, I know that healing is like water, and it flows from a higher vibration to a lower one. There is a lot of reactive fear in the air at the moment. How can we respond more wisely and well to the climate of fear? We can take a proactive approach and choose to respond rather than react. Three suggestions are: 1. Start a gratitude log to shift focus to the positive. 2. Choose to see the best in everyone, including ourselves. 3. Focus on service by asking the Universe/God “How can I help today?” and when the opportunity to help or be kind to a person, animal, or the earth itself comes today (and it will) take it and make the world better, one intentional act at a time. To connect with other like-minded people and see the scientific underpinning of the benefits of a heart-focused life, have a look at Global Harmony Initiative .
Cats are God’s best invention. They are warm, furry and funny. Is there anything better than putting a purring cat to your ear and listening to the sound of happiness? Talk about sound therapy to heal the heart and soul! We can learn a lot from how cats spend their day. Get up and stretch. (Activate muscles and open energy channels.) Big yawn. (Release tension from the jaw.) Go out for a ramble. (Fresh air and exercise.) Come back in and be served food. (Manifestation of good-quality staff.) Go for a power nap. (Don’t overdo it.) Get up and stretch. (Stay flexible.) Nibble on some food. (Eat small and often.) Go out and catch sparrow as gift for Mammy. (Use God-given talents.) Watch Mammy in disbelief as she rejects gift and instead successfully resuscitates sparrow from near-death experience by giving him healing energy. (Educate Mammy in higher healing arts.) Watch Mammy with exasperation as she runs out door with chirping sparrow wrapped in kitchen towel. (Create exercise program for Mammy.) Watch Mammy in puzzlement as she adds revived sparrow to her miracle list. (Create spiritual growth opportunity for Mammy.) Throw back leg over shoulder to clean bum while considering that Mammy needs to get out more. (Attend to physical and mental hygiene.) See what I mean? Cats are God’s best invention.
Wednesdays are usually good days for me. I go to Dog’s Aid animal sanctuary to offer some healing to the animals. I start off with the cats. Yesterday I brought a new catmint plant that had come from donation money. I had brought a healthy catmint plant three weeks earlier and when I planted it and stood back to look at it, it was like a scene from The Birds, only with cats. About eight cats were advancing on it, drawn by the smell. One of them, Paul, rolled in it and then did a headstand. When I came back the following week, there were three shreds left. So I put the new one in a hanging basket to try to preserve it for longer than a day. Jingles, an all black kitty, was last seen doing acro-catics to get at it. We shall see how long this one lasts!
Merlin is a beautiful tuxedo cat who has been in the cattery since he was a kitten, over two and a half years now. He was one of three kittens. His brother Pluto is also still in the cattery. Merlin is usually quiet but yesterday he approached me and followed me, being unusually vocal. When I sat down to start the healing, he jumped up on my knee and stayed there for 45 minutes, soaking up the healing. That’s a lot of healing for a cat to take, usually ten or twenty minutes will do unless they are injured. He seemed physically okay but sad in himself. On one hand I felt guilty giving him so much individual time, and on the other hand he clearly needed it. I also set the intention that as the healing goes to one animal it simultaneously goes out to them all. That’s the best I can do. Too many animals, not enough time or hands. However, I always make sure that every single one gets a titbit of ham or chicken at least, and ask the angels to help us get good homes for as many as possible.
When I went into the small dog section, there was a new dog, a female Chihuahua. She looked me straight in the eye and I knew she had been through the wars. She climbed up on my knee for some healing. I hope and trust it brought her some comfort.
I was getting ready to leave when a man arrived with an injured Pipistrelle bat in a box. Batty was only three centimetres wide. I love bats and think they are amazing. I sat on the step of the van with the box between my hands (we kept him in the box to keep him warm) and did some healing work on him. Beside me in a large carrier was a dog called Toby who had been surrendered when his family had to leave their rented house. The landlord wanted to sell it so the family had to move back home to live with their parents. Toby was understandably distressed and bewildered to have lost his home and family all in the one day. Real estate collateral damage, eh? When I do my healing work, I yawn a lot. What is happening is that the stress/issue of the person or animal is being released through my energy field and body. I don’t know whether it was Batty or Toby, but one or both of them clearly received healing as I was yawning my head off! I reassured Toby that he was safe here, it was nothing he had done and not his fault that he ended up at Dog’s Aid. Batty was moving around a bit as I finished so let’s hope for the best. Later in the evening, Sid, one of my own four cats, insisted on a bit of TLC healing too, so all round it was a good day on the healing front. That’s why I love Wednesdays!