My family went to my cousin Ann Maries to celebrate I believe it was her First Holy Communion. Everyone was downstairs and I was in the living room on the main floor. Snooper, their dog came in and I sat on the floor to pet her. I have noticed that I will sometimes connect with animals or the spirit world on a level where I will not speak but I hear myself and the animal be it dog, cat or whatever having a dialog. Sometimes I would only hear the animal's or spirit's voice. It would surprise me and I'd snap out of this conversational type trance.
On this particular day, petting this very friendly dog I distinctly heard Snooper say to me:
"I'm going to die soon. I am going to be hit by a car." I remember hugging Snooper feeling so sad for him or her, I don't recall if this dog was a boy or a girl. As a kid, I just know that it was all spontaneous and I could not control this part of my life. There was also the delema of Do I go and tell my aunt or uncle? Do I tell my cousins? Do I even tell my parents? If I said anything, I'd ruin the party. If I said anything they all would think I was crazy so I did keep this to myself. Maybe if I had said something, they would have kept Snooper inside and perhaps would not have been hit by a car. But I also knew on a higher level that I could Not interfere with the powers that be. This had to happen so this dog could go on to it's next life and assignment.
Snooper did die soon after and had been hit by a car.
More to come September 2019
Erase Your Fear c. 1995 2019
All Rights Reserved. (Erase Your Fear, Now Has a "Registered" Mark. It will be added soon.
No part of this Web Site, Book, DVD, Speaking Engagement etc. may be reproduced without express written permission from the Author.
Ah the power of Reik. Reiki allows the body to relax so deeply inside that the body can actually heal itself. I'm not saying that Reiki is a do all, cure all and it's not an excuse not to see a doctor. By all means go get that 3,000 mile tune up however do use Reiki as a compliment to physical medicine.
As my story begins, told by my mom from day one, I have had special bonds with the animal kingdom. Her Border Collie and I were best buds. I would share my teething bisquets with "Cindy" and she would keep me from getting into trouble like running up the driveway. She would grab my dress with her teeth and gently lower me to the ground until mom could get to me.
Then when I was around 1 1/2 years old mom and dad took me to the circus. The finalie was coming up and mom thought it was a good idea to leave before the show was over to aviod the crowds rushing out to their cars.
As we went outside the animal trainers were lining up the elephants. No one thought it would be wrong to stop and say hello to the elephants, (this was the early 60's) not dad, mom or the trainers and so the story goes, we stopped to say hello.
As a Child sitting around the holiday table, over coffee and cake an uncle would feel pain or discomfort in his neck. "Frannie come here. Please rub my neck, it hurts."
I'd say "Ok." and I would sit behind him and rub his neck until he felt better. Pretty soon, I worked my way around the table. It was fun, kept me busy and I got to help people feel better. I was doing Reiki without knowing it. I found that I could also feel the pain, pinpoint where it was and direct it to go away.
Yes it started out with hands on, but I found that all I had to do was hold my hands on their necks, or hold my hands above their necks not even touching them and it still worked.
I was talking to the lead and largest elephant in the line up, " Buella" as well as a small todler could talk. I can recall this memory, hugging and petting Buella and somehow either verbally or mentally I must have conveyed to her the notion to come home with me. Well, Wouldn't you want a pet elephant of your own?
About five minutes went by and the trainer told my parents that it was almost time for the elephants to go on and so we left and walked to the parking lot. As we had gotten about half way through the lot my parents hearing a strange noise, turned in time to see Buella coming home with us !
Now the trainer realizing that he was missing a very large package, was running through the parking lot calling out "Buella, Buella, come back Buella."
Meanwhile, Dad scooped me up over his shoulder as he and mom weaved in between the cars to get some safe distance between the huge Packaderm and us. I can recall stretching out my arms towards Buella my new friend and playmate. But finally, the trainer won out and Buella slowly turned and went on to be the star of the show.
I was 14 when I first tried horseback riding. I loved it but even more than riding the horses I loved hanging with them. Talking to them, petting them. Then becoming aware that it was happening again. I could hear them talking to me, I could hear my thoughts speaking to them.
Then there was Wilber.
It was our second trip to the stable in Warwick, NY. The horse I had previously riden was out on the trail and I connected with Wilber. I wanted to ride him. The stable manager said "No."
I was devestated. He told me Wilber was not to be riden by anyone who had not grown up around horses - he was a bit ornery to say the least. Could be fresh. Definetly not for an inexperienced rider.
Well, my parents and brother were all saddled up and waiting for a horse to come back for me.
I practically begged to ride him. I had spent about 30 minutes petting and talking with
Wilber and the manager finally gave in, though looked at me kinda funny when I told him Wilber promised to behave himself. (Lol) The manager did say in no uncertain terms: "Any problems out there and the trail director will bring you back - without Wilber." I was thanking him over and over. I rode Wilber and he was a perfect horse. An easy ride, no problems, no troubles just a fun time.
When we returned that guy was scratching his head in disbelief and said: "Little Lady, you can ride Wilber anytime you want." I spent about 15/20 minutes saying goodby to Wilber and I know I told him that I wished he could be mine and come home with me. I didn't think anything of it until I was on my way to the car when Wilber pulled his reins off of the fence and followed me to the car. The manager caught up to us before Wilber actually made it to the car but just the same...
What a sweet horse.
As a young teen 12, 13 years old, aside from Baton Twirling, Dance and Music classes and playing baseball
and football with my brother and neighborhood gang, the time I spent with my nature friends was the most enchanting and peaceful.
I loved to experiment with baking for the birds and squirrels. All kinds of goodies. I invented my own recipes. Once I made a double high layer cake that when my brother came home with a friend, this friend just had to have some.
Never mind that the outside of this "Bird Cake" WAS LADEN FULL OF Bird Seed. Never mind that the ingredients for this and all of my Recipes were full of stale and rancid pantry product.
Old raisins, flour, oats, maple syrup,cranberries, nuts, anything left over or not used in a long while went into my Bird Cake. I went upstairs for a while until the cake cooled.]
When I came down and found a nice big slice missing I was more than alittle shocked.
"Hey Billy, who ate my cake?" "Mark did." Came the reply. "He said it was really good. But just a little too many seeds."
O'k. Guess I have a winner. By the way.... The Birds and Squirrels loved it also.
I used to sit outside on the ground, birdseed in hand, some bread or bird cake, nuts, apples and raisins
and feed my feathered and furry friends. It would start out with just a couple of birds and a squirrel or two then increase to a yard full. Mom would come home from work and as she neared the top step a flock of birds of all kinds would fly upward in a flurry of feathers. The squirrels a bit more brazen would hang out.
I studied which birds made what sounds and pretty soon I found I could mimic them. I could go outside and "Call" the birds with different chirps and caws. Sparrows, Bluejays, Titmice, Black Capped Chickadees, Red Wing Blackbirds. All kinds. Peaceful friends. I would hear mom telling folks,
"It is the most unbelievable feeling to walk up the steps and find your child in the middle of this flutter like out of the movie The Birds. They were everywhere. It was scary yet so amazing.
I still go outside to this day and call my feathered friends. The squirrels come along. So many hours I spent raising baby orphaned squirrels, raccoons, and skunks. Even Barnyard Ducks. Though the ducks were partial to Spaghetti with Ricotta Cheese. They loved it. I know they loved it but how could I say no?
The raccoons loved their eggs and Blueberries and after my wedding, leftovers went to the cats, dogs and raccoons who all dined on prime rib and all the trimmings. Those days were just the best.
I've taken a lot of ribbing over the years for my ways. My ways, I am different. For not caring what people think of me. I am different and whats makes me really different is that I don't really care. I embrace it.
When I was around seven years old, my family visited our Aunt Loretta. She and Uncle Angelo had three teenage daughters whom I adored. They were fun and always made us feel welcome and Aunt Loretta was a piece of work. So much fun and full of life. Well......
We went over for a pool swim one day and it lasted well into the night. But as things would have it I wandered off from the others. Not far just to the end of the yard where it was slightlly wooded and there was a brook. As I stood there staring at the water and listening to the sounds I turned to my left.
I froze. Not from fright, but from sheer awe. About 10 feet from me on the embankment and going down into the brook to cross to the other side of it was a young yearling white buffalo.
I had to tell someone. I may have been only seven but I knew there were no buffalo's in New Jersey. Which really is the reason why it was so strange. I'm sure I was a bit frightened after I thought about it. But it must have meant something,
Long story short. I told my three older cousins and they were at first sympathetic towards me and my story.
Then the fun began. At least for them. Jeanie, Olivia and Nancy teased and tortured me, in good humor I'm sure but they would go into other basement rooms and say that the monster was going to kill them and eat them. I ran upstairs and they came up opened the door a crack like they could not get out because The Monster had them. Their screams and cries now terrifying me.
This went on for some time. Seeing how upset and frightened I was now becoming, they gave me some candy. Candy, right. "Goobers with raisinetts." One problem. They told me I had to eat them to make the monster go away. The candy, they didn't tell me they were "Goobers" they told me they were Chocolate covered Ants !!!
The point being I was seeing into the past. The young buffalo was the past showing me something special.
Psychically it's called Postcognition, Retrocognition or hindsight. This has happened to me at home in the studio on the back of our property also.
It was a drizzly grey day. I had been redesigning and planning how my design cottage would take shape.
I was tired and closed my eyes for just a couple of minutes but I did not fall asleep. while sitting there listening to the gentle fall of rain, I recall hearing a rooster crowning, chickens clucking and a cow mooing.
I opened my eyes. Nothing around, no animals inside or out. It was so lifelike that I had to get up and go outside to take a look around. I came in and I closed my eyes again.
There is was once again. A Rooster Crowing. Chickens Clucking and a Cow Mooing. I started thinking that someone on one of the streets on the other side of the woods had some animals which they were not supposed to have.
I called mom and she told me that when she was ten she moved here to our Paramus home and the property did in fact have roosters, chickens and cows on it. Not only that but they also had a slaughter house here.
I was hearing the past.