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Bates

Bates was 15 years old when he does in March.

He says to his person from Heaven, “Also I want to tell my mom that there are angels that are all around you and that I want to tell you that when you told me you thought I should leap to heaven, I also felt that. I told you that I was scared and lonely and you told me it was going to be OK. So I said OK mom. I said OK. Trust that you heard me say OK.”

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Laura Out And About

This is Pauliehe is a Fresian Gelding. He died at 16 years old. He says from heaven to his person, “My fondest memory is mostly the getting ready and the ride. I say this cause my mom really took her time to enjoy me. Not just a little bit but a lot. She really brushed me so I looked handsome. I just enjoyed being places with her. I liked people coming up to us and talking about how wonderful I am. When I come back I want to do the really complex fancy movements. I want to be spectacular at it. Mom, of course I know how much you love me. I can feel it swell up my whole being. Can you feel me sending you love?” www.thepetpsychic.com

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Jimmy

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This is Jimmy.

For his people I asked him if he was ready to be helped to Heaven.

He replied,

“I have all my friends in heaven and they say, ‘We will like each-other more here. Just come join us. Then you can go to North Carolina and you can run like Jimmy can run!

I think about it. I have tried to leap out of my body, but I couldn’t make it to them. They rub their spirits against me and they ‘say we will sandwich you. Lets go.’

…and then I hear mom. Like humming or something. I hear the sounds of the house and hear the same car go by and I am brought back to this world and I wonder, ‘Why? Why am I staying? To be with mom and dad but so much of the time we worry…

and we just sort of BE and I think that is good. I have learned how to BE with them. I have learned how to BE from them… but when and who decides when to stop BEING in one state and start BEING in another state? I cant figure it out.”

Jimmy was helped to Heaven on August 3rd.

May he fly high and watch over his people. May they feel his new joyful BEINGNESS in every moment he visits them. Fly high my good friend Jimmy. You will always be loved.

Six Days After Jimmy Died He Said From Heaven

 

“Mom, I want you to know that you did the right thing. I am am at the top of a mountain looking down at our world and you wouldn’t believe how strong my legs are. I can see crisp and clear.

I can see your writing and how your writing connects to all things and connects you to the center of your being.

I can see that love surrounds our house. I can feel deep inside of me that there was no way out of my body but to merge and expand into all that is.

Mom, I am greater than I thought I would be and I am so sorry that I got scared around the last moment because I was grasping so hard to that world but mom I know that this is where I need to be and I am safe. I am so safe and the essence of everything is around me and I can still feel your breath and dad’s breath and I can hear your breathing and I can be in the expansion of breathing and…

I can be dog too. I can be dog and run with my friends and they are right we are better friends here and the joy for seeing each-other is like no feeling on earth and I have been to New Zealand and I have seen that county side and mom you should go. You should go and play there and tell dad that all his dogs are here too and they are playing with him when he walks. They are playing with him and mom I follow you. I follow you where ever you go and I am at peace.

Mom, I am at peace. We are all at peace and we are strong beings of wind and we are particles in light and we are everything all at once and nothing matters but being free and memory is strong. I have not forgotten anything I remember more of who I am and of my life with you and I am Jimmy. I am Jimmy.

Mom, you would love it here. You would love it here. It is everything you could possibly imagine. It is food and love and friends and peace and success and everything like the feeling of grass on my paws or your bare feet. It is everything loved here. everything loved. I am me and I am you. Mom, it is beautiful here. I blanket you and dad. I blanket you with my feeling of peace and freedom and love and you feel me because you know me.

mom, I love you and I am in love.”

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Bob On Happiness

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This is Bob on one of his birthdays. He died at 17 years old.

He had something very wise to say from Heaven today.

He said,

“I have been realizing that happiness is something that is available to everyone. One needs to find the vibration of happiness and lock into it. But it can feel like a roller coaster. You can be flung from happiness and dip down into depression again.

What one needs to do is to lock into happiness. Then stress, chaos and trauma have a new way of being inside of us. Conflict is no longer looked at as the most terrible thing in the world. It is then looked at as being a way to look at what your body or your emotional patterns get caught into.

Don’t get caught. Take care of yourself and detach. If you believe in your choices and trust in yourself all will be well.”

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Tomas – May His Spirit Soar!

Tomas at 20 years old!

This is what Tomas said a couple of months before he passed, “When my mom does the ceremony with me I would like her to talk to me like she is saying goodbye to an old friend and remind me of all the times we had together and all the times she saw that I was clever or smart or the times where I comforted her, or the times when she would watch me look at the world and she wondered what I was thinking.  I would like to sleep with her on the bed in the middle of the day and notice all the beauty that the day brings and I would like to eat with her at night and say thanks for the darkening because that is when my mom’s mind runs a bit wild and tells her what she should strive to do in her life.  And I want to say goodbye and I want her to know that I will join the others and we are never far away and that she never has to be frightened because I will protect her forever”

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CHIRPITO

 

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CHIRPITO

 

Chirpito is very sick.  He has tumors in this throat.  His person has to tube feed him several times a day.  He is always drooling saliva.  I was called to ask him how he is feeling and if he wanted help dying.  Usually when an animal is very sick I try to explain the dying process and what I know about the other side.  I explain that what gives us our life force is a force of its own. And when our bodies get sick, our souls can leave the body and live on.  I explain that there is a pulling sensation during death of the body.

Chirpito asked me, “How do I get to heaven?  How does my soul let go of my body?  Where is my soul attached to my body?  Will I know how to let go when the time comes?”

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DARBY SEES GRANDMA'S SPIRIT

In May my Grandmother died and left my Grandfather without his greatest companion.  They had been together over 65 years.  “Are you ok, Grandpa?”  I asked him days after she died. “I have survived through worse.”  He answered referring to World War II where he was stationed in Guadalcanal.  He had told me once on the way to visit my grandmother in the hospital that during the war he had an out of body of experience that convinced him that death was nothing to be afraid of.  This experience he told me help him to survive the war.  “Most of the men that died, knew it the morning of the their death.”  He said as we turned the corner to the hospital.  My grandmother died a peaceful death at home.  Twenty minutes after my grandfather held her hand and said, “Junie its ok for you to go. I love you.” she let go of her earthly body with my grandfather, aunt, their priest and her two dogs by her side.  At the moment of her death a new hospice nurse showed up and sang “one of the most beautiful Oh Heavenly Father” my grandfather has ever heard.
About five years ago I flew back to NY with two dogs, a Maltese named Erin and a Yorki named Darby.  I adopted them from DAWG in Santa Barbara to keep my grandparents company.  Those two dogs napped with my grandmother and now give my grandfather comfort.  The day after my grandmother died Darby the Yorki told me that my grandmother’s spirit was in the kitchen making a beef stew.  She was a typical Italian woman wanting to feed everyone.  I never told my Grandfather that.  When I spoke to him that night he told me he felt like Beef Stew and made it the very next day.
My grandmother’s death has been exceptionally hard for me.  Every week I speak to ten/twenty animals that have passed.  I feel them close to me as if they are still alive.  But my gifts are different with the human realm and although I feel my grandmother she seems so much more distant than the animal spirits.  I want her to be closer and her communication more clear.  Recently, while I was completing a project I could feel her strong, but not hear her voice.  I had a dream about her jewelry, a rosary and a medallion.  When I awoke I sensed that she was urging me to call my grandpa.
That afternoon when I had him on the phone I told him I was feeling grandma around me a lot the last few days and asked him if he felt grandma at all.  “Oh Laura” He replied, “You are a lot more sensitive to those things than I.  I miss her so much and I pray for her, but I am not sure I feel her.”  Then he went on to tell me that he was looking at her rosary, a medallion, and a necklace that morning that she left on her makeup table.  I told him about my dream and how I thought it was a message.  He teared but was not fully convinced.  “You have to speak to Darby,” he said “During the middle of night thunderstorms she climbs on my head and scratches me.  I have to put her in the bathroom.  Can you tell her there is nothing to be afraid of and to please stop?”
“I’ll do it now.” I answered and closed my eyes concentrating on Darby.
“Hey Laura” I hear Darby say, “I see grandma all the time!  She sits at the side of the bed every night and tells Grandpa to put on his cream.  She hasn’t left us at all!”
I relay Darby’s message to my grandfather and ask him if it means anything to him.
My grandfather bursts out laughing.  “Oh child” he says to me, “Grandma would tell me every night to put on my hand-cream.  She always said my hands were too rough.  Did Darby really say that?”   Then all I hear is sobbing on the other end of the line.

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