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.
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.