As an Animal Communicator I have had some wonderful connections with animals but none have affected me as profoundly and deeply as my conversation with Charlie.To communicate with animals, involves a heart to heart connection, on the deepest level between yourself and the animal with whom you are communicating with.As a trained Reiki master I always reach out to the animal with distance Reiki if I am not in the same place as they are and I visualize the animal in my mind.Animals think in pictures and feelings but occasionally as happened with Charlie, you may get a name.Charlie is a beautiful long haired grey and white female cat who has the most gorgeous sea green eyes.She just showed up in my parents barn one day[they have a herb farm up in Duncan]and she was scared of her shadow.Nobody could even look at her for the longest time without scaring her but over time, my dad began to win her over.I was down in the barn feeding the animals and I had brought Charlie her food. she began to eat it and I sat on a bale of hay watching her thoughtfully, when I decided to try and communicate with her.I sent her distance Reiki as she was too skittish for me to risk approaching her and to my amazement she left her food dish and came over to stand right in front of me.I asked her if I could communicate with her and it was like a door had opened.I asked her where she had come from and I was totally unprepared for how thorough her answer was.She showed me a picture of herself on the lap of an elderly man,he was combing her and I could feel the deep love and trust between man and cat, then she showed me a picture of herself in a cage and she was just trembling with fear.I am assuming that the elderly man died or went into a home,but I don`t know this and that Charlie ended up in the shelter.The next picture she sent me was a family with young kids and the kids were pulling her fur and tail so she ran away and ended up at my parents farm.So according to her, she had spent most of her life with a man who adored her and she him, just to end up in a cage at the shelter and was then adopted by people with kids who had never been taught proper care and respect of an animal.I asked Charlie what her name was[we called her Charlie because she had a grey moustache and we thought she was a he].The name that came through was Grimalkin,I had never heard that name before and I said it out loud, at the sound of the name she rolled over on her back and meowed,so I asked her again, is your name Grimalkin,again she rolled on her back and meowed.I could not believe this so I ran to the house and spelling the name phonetically, I looked it up online.It means gray malkin or gray cat.We still call her Charlie and since that reading she has become so much more trusting,we love our gray malkin.As I am writing this,my beautiful black cat Mystic is up on the desk wanting to lay on the keyboard and mouse while I am typing.

Author: Dianna Klinick
Country: Canada
True story: Yes
Rating: 20 paws up
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