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reader/ AC can ONLY get information from the energy channels they are ABLE to
access.Readings vary because you get
information from psychics who are connecting to different levels and amounts of
your pet’s energy. Each energy level connection provides ONLY a specific amount
of information.The more levels a reader
can connect with, the more details and accurate information you get!
A person who reads
“energy” whether it’s a psychic, medium, clairvoyant, intuitive or animal/
interspecies communicator can only “tune into” or telepathetically connect with a person’s or
animal’s vibrational frequency that they are capable of “receiving.” Each communicator or intuitive has a specific vibrational bandwidth range from
which they are able to receive and gather information.If your reader is unable to tune in to 100 AM
i.e. Fido’s station, then they do not get the same information as another communicator
who CAN tune into your pet’s frequency. No reading is less or more important
than another.It’s the same with humans.Some readers are great, because they “get”
your full station and give you a wonderful reading. Others can’t provide a detailed
reading because they can’t completely tune into your station’s frequency -like
only picking up only a little bit of a radio station.
Moses(8yrs old) and
Spice(4mos) my dad bought them in 1997. I had a wonderful time with these 2
horses. I could/did ride Moses for hours and go anywhere with her and be safe
on her back she was special horse back then to me. We ended up breeding her
again in the spring of 98 the vet said she wasn't pregnant. I on other hand
thought differently..my inner self knew he was wrong.
1998 as a 15yr old girl was horrible. I lost so much that year between cats and dogs...then
selling my Filly. That summer Spice ( 9 months old) son of Moses decided to jump our barbed wire fencing(bad stuff i have never
used it again). He slashed his knees up pretty good. He could've had plastic
surgery if he was young and would have been fine. But Dad said otherwise .
June 18 1998 I lost Spice by the hand of a dead stock man with a gun. I
hated my dad for that. I still do today because it didn't make sense
and still doesn't make sense. Then came winter with fighting parents that were
Decemeber 28 1998 worst day of my life. I walked out to the barn
to feed my two mares Tiger and Moses. Tiger greeted me but not Moses. I
couldn't see her. I walked to her stall only to find a horrific scene. Moses had
prolasped from aborting the foal I knew was in her (something i get know
from working with pigs). I was devasted I couldn't understand that if
there was an almighty power how could he take such a precious horse from a
teenager that needed her.
Moose is a 13yr old belgain/halfinger. I bought her in Feb
2008 and knew I was buying her before iI even met her. Moose is a wonderful partner i
couldn't ask for a better companion. It took me to go thru 3 other horses in my
life to come upon her. I think it was fate. I read a book about animal life after death in 2011 and started to have thoughts and questions especially
after reading about reincarnations. Thinking of her age and timelines to see if
it where possible, i have regular contact with a local animal communicator so i
called upon her to ask the question "Is Moose a reincarnation of
Moses?" It seemed like an eternity waiting for an anwser back from her.
But when she talk to Moose she saw Moses' spirit rise and fall within her. She
wasn't in the spiritual world for long at all cause Moses past in Dec of 98 and
Moose was born in 1999. Moose had a foal with me her name is Bella i have since
found her a forever home because we didn't work as a great team.
Last spring it was like something bit me and i had to breed moose again and it
had to be right then not a year or so down the road but NOW!! In the back of my
mind i was thinking she wanted to bring Spice back so we could be a family
again. So i bred her to a handsome boy then i had to wait to find out if she
was pregnant then i had to wait another year to meet the bundle of joy. The
night of March 28 2013 at 945pm I welcomed the new foal with open arms. I
actually got to help Moose with the delivery such an awesome experience.
Spirit my little sweety. I was expecting a colt(boy) to be born if my thoughts
and gut feelings were to be true of another reincarnation. I was crushed when
my sister looked and said its a filly, i said are you sure? Yes a filly she is
but has the mind set of a colt. But my sister said they can come back in the
different gender. But i was second guessing myself cause i didnt believe
her on my inner thoughts anymore. How could i get this wrong i thought. So i
contacted my communicator again and sent a pic of Spice to her and of Spirit
too of course.
And this is what she responded with "Oh Melissa Spice's energy is
definately in Spirit. Spice tells me that for what she wanted to do, she
requires a better body than the one she had, (stronger is what I feel). This is
a very special horse, as you already know, and you have so much to learn from
Spirit. I do feel you will be doing a lot of healing work as well (as in energy
healing) and he will be a teacher for this but that will come
in time as I don't feel that time is here yet"
I can't believe that i have my babies back in my life. And everyone should know
it happens but you have to be open to that as well.
In 1983, a little black kitten with a small white
patch on his chest came into my life, and while he was little in stature, his
personality was larger than life. He was not the first, and certainly not the
last cat I had in my life. He had a very deep meow, more like a dog, and
when he ran up trees he would ‘bark’. His name was Fizgig, named from the
black cat like creature in the movie, The Dark Crystal. As he grew up, I
realized he was an incredibly intelligent little being. He would sit on
the toilet (no training), bark when he was hungry, chase balls and play fetch
and would sleep on my head every night.
Fizgig On mother’s day 1984 he was run over outside our house
running across the road to come home when we pulled in the drive way. It
was soul wrenching bringing his little limp body back to our house and burying
him in the garden. His mate in life ‘Gem’, a black and white tabby,
passed away exactly 2 months to the day after Fizgig died and the vet
could not give a diagnosis. I felt Gem died from a broken heart.
Gem (left) and Fizgig Fast forward 10 years, 4 ‘human’ children, many
furbabies later to New Year’s Eve 1994. We just arrived back from
celebrating and were walking into the front door when I heard the sounds of
kittens crying. We had two desexed cats at that time, Pojke – a
gorgeously handsome huge Maine coon and Fizu, a beautiful little Blue Burmese. I found in the gutter outside of our house, next to
our bin, 3 tiny kittens no more than 4 weeks old. There was no mother
kitten in sight and I took them inside. They were all very sick looking
but so beautiful that I could not help but keep them. The vet gave me a
regime of treatments and hand feeding tools and for the next few weeks, hand
fed, ‘dunked’ them and medicated them to good health, in the view of finding
homes for at least two of them. One of them was a male black kitten with
a tiny white patch on his chest, another male, grey and white tabby and the
other a female cream and brown striped tabby with beautiful blue eyes. As they grew, the black kitten, named Nellie (after
Nelson Mandela being set free)loved
climbing up my legs, would sit on the toilet and played ‘chasey’ with balls of paper, just like Fizgig. And
like Fizgig, only ate raw meat, dry biscuits and drank milk.I fell in love with him and just ‘assumed’ I
had a soft spot for black cats – and put his similarities in personality down
to ‘black cat syndrome’. Nellie slept on my head and had a deep meow,
and would use his vocals frequently, as if talking to me. He didn’t bark,
but he certainly made his presence known! Fizgig
was affectionately called ‘Fiz’ and ‘Fiz De Giggles’ cos he made us laugh!
Nellie We ended up keeping all three kittens as they all were
special and my children couldn’t let them go. So we had Pojke, Fizu, Nellie,
Precious (cream with blue eyes) and Frankie (grey and white tabby).
Frankie disappeared when he was about a year old, while someone was
house-sitting – and never returned. Pojke and Fizu died from old age at
17 and 18 years old. At age 7, Nellie died from poisoning and Precious
became mentally disturbed from the poison and eventually had to be put down.
Finding Nellie dead in our back yard was soul destroying for me and my
children as he was such an enormous character. A few months after Nellie and Precious died, a
friend of my son told him that they had two kittens to find a home for, and was
I interested in having a look. I wasn’t interested at all – particularly
when I heard they were both male and black. But for some reason a week or
two later, I decided to go and see if they were still available. When I
walked in and saw the kittens, one full black and one black with a small white
patch on his chest, ran up to me, tried to climb up my leg – I decided to take
him home. To
this day, he only eats raw meat, dry biscuits and milk – by choice. I
thought at the time, I was just trying to ‘replace’ Nellie – thoughts of
reincarnation didn’t cross my mind – I put it all down to coincidence. I
named this lovely little man ‘Nepo’ in memory of Nellie and Pojke. Within a few months – we all noticed and commented how
similar he was to Nellie, he had the bark, chased balls, paper or anything that
moved. He slept (and still does) on my head. Nowhere else, just on
my head. About a year later, a little grey and white kitten was given to
me – and he and Nepo are like mates from an old time. His name is Pedro
and is identical in personality to Gem in every way – almost ‘feminine’, loves
the same strange food (tinned mushrooms and sultanas!) and the same tinned food
variety that both Gem and Poke preferred. Gem used to bash his nose into my
face (gently of course) for a kiss and Pedro does the same thing It wasn’t until my first dog Joey died and I
researched reincarnation for animals that the ‘realisation’ came to me. I
had a long session with Brent Atwater and read her books from cover to cover,
to rescue myself from my grief.After
our reading, I was (am still), at peace with life in waiting for Joey to
return.My reading with Brent opened
many portals and my thoughts have been interrupted by ‘conversations’ with my
animals since then.What a discovery
tour I have been on!!At first the
‘black cat’ realization hit me, but then – I realized Gem had also come back.
My babies were always with me – and I am blessed and grateful. Two cats
have returned to me many times! Fizgig came back as Nellie, Nellie came
back as Nepo. I wonder if Pojke came back as Gem…. But I do know Gem came back
as Frankie, Frankie came back as Pedro.
Pedro with my daughter’s kitten, Molly on his head Nepo and Pedro are my current feline furbabies, aged
11 and 12 – both healthy, happy and adored cats. This is a lifelong
relationship I have had and continue to have. It’s only when I opened my
mind and heart that I knew, I KNOW reincarnation is part of our every day
My first shih tzu was Ziggy, who was
black and white, very small, and I had him from a pup. We were always
together and he never liked to be away from me. He began to have back
problems in later life, and had to have an X ray at the vet. Much as I
made a fuss the vet didn`t want me there, gave him an injection to knock Ziggy
out then sent me home. Two hours later when I went to collect him Ziggy
was fighting the anasthetic, sitting upright, trying to keep his eyes open,
with his dear little head swaying from side to side. It was only when he
was in my arms in the car going home that he finally gave into it and slept for
the next 10 hours, knowing I was there with him. When he went into the
vet he was walking, and when he came out he had difficulty doing so, and I
believe the he fell off the table in the vets whilst the X ray was being
carried out, looking for me. After that he wasn`t able to go for walks
outside the house. About a year later he experienced heart problems,
eventually being taken ill during the night, in a great deal of pain, and I had
to make the very hard decision to go to another vet for the last time. He
knew where we were going and didn`t want to go, but he was in so much
pain. I`d rather it was me than him. I was very upset to lose him
as we had been together for over 12 years, and it happened right on my
My mother arranged for me to go and
get another shih tzu puppy that day. When we got there, there were about
six pups of various colours around the room. Two were at the back with
the mum, two in the middle and two at the door, which had a gate to keep them
in. I glanced at the two at the back, then my eyes fell on one in the
middle of the room. His eyes were just like Ziggy`s and in pain, just as
he had been some hours earlier. I commented on that at the time. He
looked at me, rushed over to the gate, put his arms up to me, and it was as if there
were no other puppies there. I took him home and right from the start, he
knew things that no puppy could know.
The first night he went to the edge
of the bed, asking for a drink from his bowl, which he always did. He
played with his ball as before. I couldn`t let him out into the garden
for the first week as it was pouring with rain. When I did carry him out
there, I put him down and told him to spend a penny, which he did. He
then ran to the middle of the garden, turned left, then right to go to the
toilet. It was where he always went. You cannot see the spot from
the door, he hadn`t been in the garden before as Shadow, and he didn`t sniff to
find a spot, as most dogs do. He knew where he was going.
I became more convinced he had come
back, and in fact had been with me the whole 7 hours when he laid on the path
beside Ziggy`s grave, looking at the spot, as if he knew. It wasn`t a
comfortable spot to lay down in, and not where we usually sat down.
He looked at himself strangely in
the mirror, recognizing that he was a lot smaller than he had been. He
didn`t bark at the other dog in the mirror or try to look behind it as most
pups do. It was like an old head on young shoulders. In his first
life he tried to chew electric cables and shoes, socks, etc. This time he
After he had had his injections are
was able to go for his first walk, I thought I would test this further, so told
him where we were going and we let him lead the way. Imagine my amazement
when the first thing he did was to get off the pavement into the gutter to go
to the toilet, just as I had taught Ziggy to do. He led us straight to
the place I told him to go, an old disused railway track where we used to
walk. On the way he put his nose down on the tarmac whilch had been laid
in places nearly a year before so that wheelchair users could get on and off
the pavements. That wasn`t there the last time he had gone there.
He tried to go through the usual entrance we had used, but that had been
blocked up. I told him to go the other way, which he did, went exactly as far as we used to, then
turned around to come home, all the time leading the way.
We then used to go back via a
housing estate which we had passed on the way there. He went straight to
the estate, past about 12 houses and tried to go down the drive of a friend`s
house, who we used to visit, but she had since died. We carried on.
He could have gone right to the end of the estate, but turned left, down a lane
and on to the main road, just as we always did. We crossed the road and
he went into the forecourt of some flats where he had two friends, another shih
tzu and a lhasa apso. If that wasn`t proof, I don`t know what is.
The following day I told him we
would go to our friend`s shop, and again he led us straight there. There
were 12 shops to choose from, he hadn`t been there as Shadow before, just like
the railway track, but he knew the way, and he knew where friends lived or
worked. I just couldn`t believe what was happening, but know he was (is)
very strong willed and a little thing like death wasn`t going to stand in the
way of us being together. Not in his book.
When Shadow was just 3 years old he
began having heart problems. I would have moved mountains and did, trying
to get the right treatment, insisting it was his heart and not epilepsy.
He hadn`t given up on me and no way was I giving up on him. Eventually I
was able to prove I was right, and two nice lady vets listened and got the
treatment he needed. Hoever, I lost him again just a few months before
his 6th birthday. I was terribly upset but hoped he`d come back
again. He`d done it once.
We got another pup, black and white
again just like Ziggy,(Shadow was variegated), and he was 6 months old
when I brought him home later that day. Shadow had had a stroke before he
passed, so this time it took a little longer for him to return as I guess he
needed some time to recover. I knew he was back again though when he was
back to his old habit of chewing his right foot, and making the fur into a
point. Ziggy and Shadow both did it, and here he was at it again, just
like a child who won`t stop sucking his thumb. None of our other shih
tzus did it either - just him. And he still won`t let me out of his
sight. Soul mates.