This year I set my intentions on expanding my education. One of the courses that synchronistically availed itself while I was out of work: Animal Energy and Communications. Instructor Lynn McKenzie offers a plethora of audio, visual, written material at her website to keep a person busy for at least a couple years! She brings many decades of wisdom and experience, and I highly recommend her course if this path calls to you.
Other talented animal communicators continue to appear on my radar with a diversity of styles. For some speaking with animals is done through imagery, feelings, sometimes words. The investigative ones, like former police officer Karen Anderson (below), help detectives solve missing people cases! However, to do so requires that a pet or other animal nearby witnessed the event. Below is her Spaced Out Radio interview describing how animal communication works for her.
Penelope Smith, an internationally famous animal communicator for over 40 years has inspired many to enter the field, self included. Her website is replete with resources:
“For over forty years, Penelope has been the founding pioneer for the field whose name she originated, interspecies telepathic communication. Author of the popular classic books in the field, Animal Talk, When Animals Speak, Animals in Spirit, many audio recordings, and editor of Species Link magazine, Penelope has held the hub of the growing community of animal communicators world wide for decades.”
I recently bought her (3) CD audio set (yes, I still listen to CDs). Such a great way to pass the time listening to knowledgeable and compassionate people, like Penelope, while acquiring valuable skills!
Penelope recently shared a blog from her prior student, Val Heart, about saving a bee during a canoe race. Such an inspirational story! Val has written many blogs about her work. Here’s where you can find her:
“…a heart touching, life changing experience I had with a bee in a canoe race.
Paddling away as fast as I could, I happened to glance down and was astonished to see, in the water, floating inside the boat on its back, a honey bee.
It’s wings were water logged, it’s hair was soggy and it’s body felt very heavy.
I could feel it’s distress, weakness, discomfort, and how sad it was to be dying, how hard it was for it to breath and stay afloat against the powerful current sloshing around inside the canoe.
I was so afraid it would drown, I had to do something!
But before I could reach out to it, the water shifted and washed it away.
I confess, I had a moment of concern wondering if it would sting me if I touched it… but I sent my love for it, and hoped for the best… and went back to paddling.
A short time later, the bee floated close to me again!
WOW! Here’s my second chance to be of service to the bee. I promised I wouldn’t fail it this time.
To my canoe partner’s dismay I immediately stopped paddling and reached out to rescue it, hoping it wasn’t already dead.
I didn’t care if it stung me for my troubles.
I was compelled to do my best to help save it’s life.
So I carefully and gently placed my finger on its tiny little furry belly, hoping against my fear that it still had the strength to respond.
I held my breath and waited to see what would happen, but it seemed motionless and cold… maybe I was too late…
Tears sprung to my eyes when its tiny little feeler hands and legs suddenly grabbed onto me and I could lift it out of the water.
It clung precariously and shakily to my finger, dripping wet. It’s wings were drooping, too soggy to even unfurl.
Still being in the middle of the canoe race, I carefully placed the little bee on my pants leg out of harm’s way, and continued the race hoping it would have a chance to dry out a bit and recover.
It stayed, and we finished the race together.
And it was still on my leg.
I communicated with it and the bee responded wearily, with a sense of gratitude.
I told it that the world needs it, that it’s not it’s time to go, that we love the bees and appreciate them so very much. That I hoped it could recover and go on to live a happy productive life.
As soon as we got back to shore, I carefully walked over to a good bush by the river bank.
It crawled back on my finger and I invited it to step aboard the leaf so it could finish drying off.
But… it didn’t want to go.
It stayed with me a long time, talking .
It told me about what it’s like to be a bee. How hard it is sometimes, and what bees worry about.
It shared with me the fabric of life and how the bees fit into the life of plants and nature, and what the pesticides have done to our environment.
Without bees none of us would be alive today, they are that important.
On behalf of the entire human race, I asked for forgiveness because in spite the fact that my race is responsible for having done so much harm to ourselves, the planet and to the bees, many of us truly deeply care about their plight.
We are working hard to reverse what’s happened, and we need the bees to help us do right.
When we finished our conversation, my face was wet with tears.
And the bee thanked me, carefully crawling off my finger and onto the leaf.
Something truly extraordinary had just happened, and it changed me.
A month or so later, I went kayaking and when I got out of the car to go down to the river, I was SWARMED by bees!
Literally, 40 or more bees flew all around me, buzzing, so very close to me, landing on me, on my face, on my hat, my gloves, my pants and shirt!
I’ve never seen anything like it!
It was a bit alarming, I confess I had a moment of panic thinking they were going to sting me…
I connected and communicated with them.
I was astonished to understand that they only wanted to thank me. Their energy was joyful, celebratory, loving and powerful!
Word had spread of my encounter and rescue of one of their kind, and they were grateful and excited to be with a human who could understand them.
They flew around me, all over me, making it hard to walk, as I laughed and smiled and felt my gratitude for the gift of bees in our world.
And then, as one, they all flew away.
And that brings me to my point:
The animal world needs you.
Animals need you to be the very BEST version of your Self.
Their purpose in your life is to help you heal, evolve and grow.
My life’s vision is to be someone who is doing my part to make our world a better place for all creatures great and small, following my destiny, fulfilling my purpose, ultimately creating my legacy.
Will you join me?
Henry Ford said: ‘There is no person living who isn’t capable of doing more than they think they can do.’”