Pet animal story: This true story is taken from the book "The Spiritual Life of Animals and Plants", written by clairvoyant Laurie Conrad.
In my experience, all animals are psychic, if not clairvoyant. At least the ones I have met. I say this for several reasons. Firstly they can hear what I am saying inwardly, that is they respond to what I say inwardly. Secondly, I have seen them respond to words and events in other realms.
Perhaps I should explain. I, being clairvoyant, see into other realms. This includes seeing people or beings who are no longer "alive,” or better stated, are no longer in the body. And when I see a being from another realm sitting in the rocking chair, so do all the animals in the room. I say this because no matter what else is going on in the room, if I see someone in the rocker I then notice that all my pets have been looking at the rocker also. Sometimes I notice all my pets are looking at the rocker, and then I will see that someone is seated there.
The same with clairaudience. When I was in my twenties, I heard the sweetest voice imaginable softly calling my name. I was walking with Guinivere and Dominique and Nell the cat, and we were on the corner near the Catholic Church, on Seneca Street.
I looked up at the statue of Mary which stands on the outside of the Church, and wondered if She had called my name. Then I said to myself, "This is very, very strange, don't think about it, just go home." Which I did. However, when almost at the end of the next block I noticed that Guinivere wasn't with us. I called her name several times, and then spotted her on the corner near the Catholic Church. She was still standing there, and she was looking in all directions, as though trying to locate the beautiful, sweet voice. At the time I was not impressed by Guinivere's psychic abilities, I was just grateful that she had them. Guinivere was the most sane creature I had ever met, and if she heard the voice then the voice existed.
Guinivere was about eight years old when she developed a lump on the left side of her face. I could see that she was in pain, and every once in a while she would sit up and give a yelp. Nor would she let me go near the lump, instead she turned her face away from me whenever I approached her.
It was very late at night, and I didn't know what to do. I finally asked that a saint come and look at Guinivere and give her whatever healing she needed to get her through the night. The saint came. Immediately. I say this because I saw him.
Guinivere saw him also. He walked over to her, and she lifted her face towards him and showed him the lump. He stood over her for some time and then left. Guinivere laid down and peacefully went to sleep. The next day I took her to the veterinarian. It was an infected tooth, and they pulled it.
Since that night I never hesitate to call on a saint. And in my experience – they always come.
Puffy strays and something happens to make him decide he will never run away again. Judged "Outstanding" at the 2013 Writers Digest SPB Awards. Named among the best in family-friendly media, products and services 2019 by the Mom’s Choice Awards®.
