One of the questions I get asked frequently is how I became a a professional Animal Communicator, Horse Whisperer and Dr. Sulittle. So today, the horses would like me to share Part 2 of my story with you.
I first moved to Hong Kong when I was 16 and have spend over half my life living there. In 2001 I was working in Nova Scotia, Canada and was experiencing a distinct lack of enthusiasm for my job as a psychic. After helping to solve some murders, receiving threatening phone calls about being a devil’s instrument and finding my skills a bit overwhelming, I decided to move back to Hong Kong and make a new start. Change was in order and I was excited to back on my home turf and ready to pursue a new job. The horses and animals had something else in mind though! Here’s what happened…
Lamma Island, Hong Kong, 2002
Here I am on the beach…Deep breath and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The heat of the sand, my delightfully bare skin is soaking up the humid air and sun. My toes are wriggling with glee in the sand, kicking with abandon in the surf. The gentle lap of the waves, the inspiring, peaceful view of the Lamma landscape. A March day in Hong Kong, China.
Out of nowhere a dog whizzes by…Showering sand…stops in a blur a few feet away, turns his head and looks at me….
“WOW! You can understand me…” He says in amazement, surprise and glee.
“Mhmmmmmm, I can!” I smile back, his reaction amusing me.
“WuuuuuuuuuuuuuYA! You HAVE to tell my human something for me…I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ITCHY!” He replies, sandpapery sounds accompany his leg as he frantically scratches his belly.
“Oh…um…sorry…I just can’t…” My thoughts are whirring, worrying and wishing to escape…Just casually approach a total stranger and admit I talk to animals? WHAT?!!!!! WHAT will he think? That I’m crazy! I think I’m crazy half the time! What if I am? I may be burnt at the stake or something ridiculous like that…Aaaaaaahhhhhh, to have a normal job….all these PSYCHIC SKILLS are just tooooo weird sometimes! Like right now in fact!
The dog is now coming closer, making eye contact… “PLEASE, you gotta, I tell you, this ITCH is driving me crazeeeeeeee!”
I am still reluctant and hesitant and experiencing extreme confusion as to what exactly my responsibilities are as someone who can talk to and understands dogs. Then he sends me the itch….it travels up my toes, shivers up my spine and spreads throughout my skin….My whole body has become one big ITCH!
“Oooooooooooooooh…okay…I’ll do my best…” I reply, as I rise, following the dog to his human who is now relaxing on some rocks. A deep breath, a smile and faking confidence, I translate for our friend, who I now know as Patches. He tells us that the green shampoo is causing extreme ITCHI-NESS for him and his friend Sam. To PLEASE stop using the green shampoo.
His friendly owner shrugs and says “We don’t use green shampoo…”
WHAT?!!!!!!!! NO GREEN SHAMPOO our mind screams…glaring at Patches…I’ve blown my cover as a weird person who thinks they can talk to animals and there is NO GREEN SHAMPOO, PATCHES! Now I’ll have to hide everytime I see this man. Soon everyone on this tiny island will think I’m crazy! I’ll have to move to Japan or something and get a teaching job!
It’s now a few weeks later…I am strolling through Lamma village. A crowd of people are flowing towards me, a ferry from Hong Kong Island has just emptied. OTTTooooooooooo…. approaching us is Patches human…Quick jump sideways into this doorway! Shoot! Tooooo late….Here he is…smiling, beaming, very excited, glad to see us…Already telling us a story…
“I have to tell you what happened! It’s amazing! Patches and Sam go to the beach three or four times a day, with our helper. The other day, we came home from work and she was shampooing the sand and salt water off them after their walk on the beach. She was using GREEN washing up liquid ( dish washing detergent) ! It was GREEN! The dogs go to the beach FOUR times a day…They were getting shampooed FOUR times a day with GREEN washing up liquid (dish washing detergent)! No wonder they were so dry and itchy!
Well, I owed Patches an apology….a big one. He had provided PROOF that I was actually talking to him, not imagining it, not making it up in my head nor was I a crazy person.
Patches friendly owner Phil, completely believing in my abilities to communicate with animals, soon recommended me to his contacts at the SPCA in Hong Kong. Heaps and heaps of calls started coming in from Chinese animal lovers to talk to their pets. I suddenly had a career as an animal communicator.
How I Became a Professional Animal Communicator- Part 3 – Tabloid Media coming soon in the next blog!