As I am working, movement and sound catch my eye. I look just to the left of my computer, out the window, and onto the chicken coop across the grounds. A golden rooster is flapping and jumping. He is being chased. I assume it is just another rooster. Something similar in color moves. I see bits of his 'chaser'. A flash of strawberry fur moves like wind around a bush. It moves again, dancing through the air. A white tipped bushy tail and white tipped ears. The golden rooster is flying for it’s life! FOX!
I instantly move out of the chair and run. No real thoughts form... but to go. I run down the stairs, out onto the porch, looking for anyone and hearing/seeing none. I bend while in motion to grab my shoes from the porch and continue running without placing them on my feet. “No No No No No!” I repeat.
I make it to the chicken castle. It is silent. They all look at me. They are spread out in various places. One rooster of black, rust, red, gold, and green...walks right next to me. He is alone on the periphery. I put on my flip-flops before tromping through the sticks,leaves, and spanish moss to check on everyone. I find the hens in the bushes. The guinea hens start coming out from the forest. The roosters start popping up. Everyone starts walking towards me. I do see the golden rooster. I see golden feathers on the ground. I see no blood spatter.
These chickens and roosters have only seen me for two weeks. They are cared for by the residents of the house. I have said hello and spoken with the roosters and the few hens while the guinea hens seems to be the most skittish. Today all of them come right up to me.
The immediate sense in the area was shock. A feeling of wariness, not for me, but for something that had just happened. The main rooster was the beat cop coming up to me to let me know that things had gone down and that we (all the flock as of the now) are still here. I walk the length and look and speak, verbally and with my heart, to them.
I stay for a little and then grab the house owner, noting the cats on the porch, while I head inside. After coming to check on the coop she tells me that she only sees one of her golden roosters. “There are TWO?!” I say.
The fox made off with the biggest rooster on the property. We go into the forest looking for him, in case he escaped and is hiding. Max and Oogi, the property cats, come with us to search. We look at tracks in the mud, turtle homes, and the creek. The squirrels chatter at us communicating their awareness of us. The trees stand tall all around, some hollowed out.
As I come back, I begin to think about animals and death. How did I not know one of the roosters was gone? Was it my shock at running out without thoughts? Was every bird in present tense? Is death different for this flock? Is it more like the rooster just left? The danger was over? The flock was ok and the fox was gone?
I begin my inquisition.
I find the roosters, hens, and guineas are all in present tense. They keep to the moment.
2015, Dalah Nyx Ostara
I put out a plea to the universe on where I am to live, and she answers. As a woman of the metaphysical world, if I ask the universe for an answer, and she answers….I have to accept it. I’d be a huge hypocrite if I didn’t.
So with that, I take my leave of southern California and travel across the continent to Indianapolis, Indiana.
Along the way, people ask where I am headed….always...eyebrows would raise and eyes would bulge…”You are going to Indiana for the winter?” “Yes,” I reply with a smile. Then I give them practical reasons I have in case they aren’t understanding the whole...’the universe is sending me there’ thing. I am also not quite sure why the universe is sending me.
The more I drive the colder it gets. On the last day of the drive I see that the universe is giving me exactly 5 days to get all my winter gear together. The polar vortex (aka arctic air) is coming on down. I think my angels set me up to see that weather report.
As I arrive, winter gives me a show with her plunging temperatures and sparkly snowflakes! Winter, old friend, hello again!
I cannot remember the proper protocol for knocking the snow off my car. Can I drive and it will just fly off? Maybe I can wipe it with a rag. My brain takes approximately 3 minutes to think about a rag and another 5 to remember what a brush and ice scraper is. I keep hearing of an urban legend about blood thinning when you live in warmer climates. I am in the heaviest coat I have ever owned and I have spotted a few people in tee-shirts.
Winter. I see why all those dominatrix type women love putting you in their titles. You are a harsh mistress. And I know you are going easy on me this year because everyone up and down the Midwest is telling me how awful last year was.
As I live through this, I figure out how to dress again. I find the kindness of ladies directing me to the best, or only, thermal underwear selections. How nice is it to not really have to pay attention to what I am wearing because I would just rather be warm. Sweaters really take the pressure off body image! I have found my favorite hot teas which I drink all the time. Shoveling snow is it’s very own workout. Hats...inside and outside….I make it work. I also find that as I am having a weather challenge, it also puts the rest of my life into perspective about just how much energy and brain space I have left to worry about things which are really….little itty bitty….why was I even concerned about that?
I have piles on covers on my bed and think about bears hibernating, as I adjust my knit cap to keep my head warm and throw the covers over my face to hold in the heat. As I hold in the heat, winter is showing my about my heart.
Winter is showing me what I value in my heart. I find I value good people helping me out by giving me a kind word, or direction to thermal underwear. I find the cold is helping me to really focus on inside activities including a personal inventory of what I’d like my life to be about. I admire everyone’s perseverance through the season and am finding my own. I am choosing priorities, like warmth over fashion, as I layer up. I acknowledge the bare trees there for everyone to see their frames. I am starting to see and acknowledge what’s really underneath my layers, what is my inner frame. I also see that I can choose how to proceed and how I’d like grow. I appreciate the beauty of the land and if she needs a break to recuperate then she should have it and so should people. I find hope every time the sun says hello. Even though there may be a lot of gray, I am choosing my interpretation. For me, winter is not a place to end, she is a place in which I am choosing how I am going to start again.
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2015
I listen to the birds. I pay attention to them as they flit across the windows, while I am washing dishes, or staring aimlessly needing an internal moment. I look to admire, to listen, and to pay attention to any messages they carry for me.
Birds are some of the most flirtatious creatures! They will chirp, as I think…looking for your mate? Oh wait! You see me! You are chirping and bouncing for my smile! Thank You! They show up to entertain, to make me laugh, smile, wonder, and hope.
Today I will talk about a very brave robin.
It is Valentine’s Day. I have been dealing with all manner of things in fluctuation. Where I am living next? How am I getting there? Here is my landlord asking me questions about my things and when am I leaving and where to. I am already late for seeing my mother. But I feel a compulsion to answer honestly. At last, I am out the door.
It is the windiest day of this Indiana winter. She is a strong, cold wind. I pull out the BIG coat and am in such a flurry, I forget my scarf. When I discover this, I utilize the throat protection of the big coat. My long hair provides insulation. I hope. The car tells me she’s cold too. We warm up together.
As I pull up to the residence my mother is in, I see ...is this a life-sized picture of a coyote held up my wooden posts jammed into the snow ridden earth? Yes it is.
I get out of the car. As I walk towards the entrance… “Oh…another...life-sized…coyote?”
I get to my mother inside and the energy is go go go! (I do inquire with my mother about life-sized coyote pictures. She says they are up to scare away the multitudes of Canadian geese which have been using the restroom all over the building grounds.)
Onto being the cab and getting maps of a city I am not familiar with anymore. This is my Indianapolis re-acquaintance. I go with my mother, who is happy and lovely dressed up in her red sweater, red lipstick, and red feathers on her doorway. We get her coat …and as we sign out ...the receptionist gives me a Wi-Fi code for the internet! Maps! Out into this blustery day we go…past the life sized coyote cut-out.
And as I stride into the wind....past the trees...I see him. And he sees me.
A puffed up robin is clutching a bare tree branch that is bobbing up and down with every wind tunnel arrival. I am amazed. He is brave. He is bold. His feathers are as puffed up as by big big coat. I wonder if he is tired, cold, and needs to take a moment in this wind freeze. I continue staring, wondering, and I find myself connecting. It is this moment where I know we are. We just look at each other, one soul to another. I feel it….I know it…. pure acknowledgement. It is calm inside me, inside this energy tunnel between the two of us. The wind furies around us.
I proceed to the car. The robin flies on. We are on route to our destinations. A little piece of universal calm just said “Hello…You got this.” That’s right robin…we do.
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2015
One Sunday Evening I got a text from a good friend of mine. She said she had been awakened by a dog, a shepherd who had been barking at her door at 5am. The dog kept barking and barking and she was afraid on whether to approach the dog or not. The dog moved along and my friend was able to return to her life.
Then this dog appeared again, in the afternoon. This time sniffing everything on the property.
My friend had taken some footage and I took a look at the dog. She had filmed it from her porch so I zoomed in as much as I could.
I began to connect with him. I felt he was a male. I saw, clairvoyantly, he had one light colored eye, his left eye, and no collar but a mircochip. He felt very anxious and ‘not safe’. I heard him clairaudiently, repeating, “Where to go, Where to go, Where to go.” He was too amped and nervous to be approached. He was looking for someone, tracking a person. A man with a brown hat and brown pants, think what a forest ranger would wear.
I saw the dog crossing traffic to get to my friend’s house. Lot of busy-ness. I saw a man at a party with cards, and just …he lost him. The man lost the dog, the dog left. The dog projected the feeling of being turned around but intent on finding his way back.
He was anxious and looking for this guy in brown.
The dog kept saying to me…”No, he’s not my owner, I work with him.”
The dog was not afraid of my friend.
He was turned around and crossed the road.
He said, “I don’t know if she can help me.” He followed a young man (in his 20’s) and found her stairway leading up into the hills.
He told me, “I’m lost and I know I shouldn’t be, I should know the way back. I’m not gonna hurt her but I’ll keep my distance.”
At this point I gave my friend a crash course in Animal Communication and how to work with him if she should see him again how to communicate with him in order so that he could be calm and sit if he was ok with her approaching. I went over some prayer tips in order to have him find his way home. I also said a prayer for him to find his way home.
A few minutes after my call with her I heard and kept thinking of the Dodgers, LA Dodgers...just Dodger.....Ahhhhh!!! Got it. His name, he is showing me, is Dodger.
Update: My friend did have a dream of Dodger and I asked her what she felt he way trying to convey, she said…”I think he is hungry.” So she put out some cat food (all she had) for him. Dodger has been eating it. Dodger has returned to my friend’s property again in the morning. He has one light colored eye. He has a collar on now. She believes he has crossed the road in the morning to come up to her property and he lives close by.
Today, I would like to share Sasha’s story with you. I have been given permission by his mother Jeanette and she has passed along his actual photos. I only saw the first one during our session.
I have been readings for living and deceased animals in my own way, but the lifelong student that I am jumped at a chance to go in for a class to learn more.
I attended an Animal Communications class with a friend. We were armed with photos of our beloved pets. I was paired with a woman named Jeanette, who is 'experienced' in the ways of psychicism and mediumship as well.
We traded photos of our ‘children’. (I’d never had anyone else read for my ‘baby’.)
Jeanette had two photos, one of a living horse, and one of someone else that she was concerned about because he was deceased. I said, “I have worked as a reader for awhile, let’s do it.”
…And there he was in front of me in a photo….’Sasha’…
Sasha is a male white Russian dwarf hamster, which is sometimes nicknamed a ‘chinchilla hamster’ but has nothing to do with chinchillas as Jeanette informed me. Sasha means ‘boy’ in Russian. Sasha has passed into the spirit world around the age of 2 and half years.
Jeanette and I vibed immediately and chatted away, eventually the instructor told us we should start the actual reading.
In his beautiful dark eyes his Spirit was alive and radiant and immediate. He was showed me all sorts of pictures, the essence of a King, flashing crowns at me. He was the ‘King of the Castle’ , hyper-aware, showing me the human man, “Ryan” holding him delicately cupped in his man hands. Sasha was telling me he was a ‘sweet man’, the man nuzzling him.
Sasha has LOTS of energy.
He is very proud of where he lived with his family.
Big personality, larger than life.
He kept showing me an office, a computer space, and low hanging plants. (Which Jeanette later confirmed his home was in the office for awhile, and she would move his home to under some plants as well for the greenery.)
Sasha showed me his food bowl and especially talked about the treats in the bowl, human things, things ‘you guys’ would eat. I saw a carrot and a red berry (later confirmed to me as a Gogi berry).
I saw him sniffing Jeanette's ear and saw her brush back her hair.
Sasha is TOTALLY in love with Jeanette.
He feels totally safe. He’s a big fan of attention. He’s a lover, a nibbler. He shows me moving his shavings up and around him. Very curious. He is ALWAYS wanting to know more. A total “Sweetie Pie”. (Which as I found out, the people as the vet would always comment on him being "SO Sweet".)
Told me “Mom, you wouldn’t believe all I can explore... So exciting!’
‘Night-Night’ …He loved that his mom acknowledged him for night time, even though he was/is a party boy. (She confirmed, she always ALWAYS said Goodnight to him.)
He also talked about the ‘vastness of human existence’ as he is the super-observer now. (Whoa! I don’t even think I’ve thought about the ‘vastness of human existence’.)
He is Really Funny.
He knows his Mom called him cute, but he was trying to make her laugh anyways. (Which she would look at him and know he was trying to make her laugh on purpose.)
Sasha is very much alive. To feel his energy was like feeling the vibrations of a pleasant sunshine. Something good and radiant and very much alive.
Even as I am putting in the photos Sasha's mother has just sent me, a song by Lana Del Rey comes on the Pandora station (you know...random song choices the station generates)... as I am staring at Sasha....Lana sings...
"I will love you till the end of time,
I would wait a million years
Promise that you'll remember that you're mine."
...Oh Yes.....Sasha is TOTALLY sending his love to Jeanette over the airwaves, I email her to let her know.
I hope you have enjoyed your time meeting Sasha.
...And I found it to be such a treasure to have a reading for my own ‘baby’. Jeanette proved to be accurate and just...On It! She is a natural....the information and connection flowed effortlessly from her. I am blessed with being able to have worked with her and the gifts she possesses. She confirmed things for me, and it helped me pay attention to other things I had a hinting suspicion of.
Pet Readings=Major Treat for Pet Parents....all I'm sayin'!
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2014.
My animal whispering abilities have been put to use in several environments recently, sometimes it’s so natural I don’t even know it’s happening quite yet. The close connectedness of the animal world has held so much wonder for so long for me. I’ve decided to let you in to take a closer look at what it means to ‘Animal Whisper’ and how that works for me and the animal candidate.
I introduce to you….’Rosie’.
Rosie is my roommate. A Black Lab/Rottweiler mix with a scary bark supported by the unconditional love many humans are longing for. I moved in with many new roommates, in a new place, getting used to every new nuance, how all the humans worked, how my own kitty was adjusting.....and there was Rosie. I've never really lived with an inside dog.
Rosie camped out outside my door. Rosie’s tail hitting the wall as she senses I am waking up. Rosie peeking into my room to get one glance, any glance, at my kitty. Rosie knocking into my bleary-eyed boggle-headed morning self. Rosie in the bathroom with me. Rosie by me, licking me, putting her head on my lap as I eat breakfast…or as I eat anything, anytime, anywhere. Rosie putting her fetch toys on me while I’m sitting on the couch. Rosie barking at anyone who comes around our cul-de-sac. Rosie my walk-buddy. Rosie watching TV with me. Rosie sleeping on the couch while I love on her.
And then one day chaos erupts in the household. And there is Rosie. She comes over and sits between all the housemates. As words fly back and forth, she places herself in the middle of all of us and just sits on the floor, gnawing off the outside of a tennis ball, completely unaffected by us. I say to our housemates “Rosie is the glue of the household. She loves everyone and everyone loves her. She is the one thing no one has a problem with.” And they agree.
One evening I was looking at her on the couch, into those eyes of hers, and I was ‘getting it’. After listening to her for a little while, I THEN REALLY realized what I was 'getting'. I was 'getting' her stream of consciousness. It’s like thinking you are making things up in your head about what they would say to you. Only I wasn’t trying. I was just loving her, being by her, totally respecting her, and I was listening. ‘Whispering.’ Rosie told me all sorts of things. We had some Girl-Talk.
Rosie IS the heart of the household. We are hers. She loves us as we need to be loved. Someone in the house needs a large display of love for validation, and to get his scattered attention. Someone else in the house needs soft, gentle love for her particular demeanor. Another roommate provides the food, leashes, collars, and basic-training. Rosie gets her structure from her. This roommate likes and needs good structure. Another housemate is not an ‘animal-person’ and had previously been cold to her. Rosie loves him. From afar. She isn’t scared of him now, doesn’t hate him, but loves from a distance. And then there’s me. Rosie and Me. Rosie letting me in on the way she loves. She Loves. She gets it. And I get to learn from the Obi-Wan Kenobi of Love.
This is how she loves, because she told me. Not in the speech or language that humans use…but in her own way. And I am very glad I got to hear her.
Rosie is getting me through; her love, her attention, making play-time for both of us. My dog-walking companion and I are having new adventures. She is getting the exercise and love she needs and I am getting time with her. So much she shares with me. So accepting of me.
And Yes, she does still chase the cat.
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2014.
Hello, I'm Dalah Nyx Ostara. I and the animals, would like to share with you some of our stories so you can get a peek inside their world.