Pet Psychic Journal Entry 2

When I first showed up on the scene, not too long ago, I promised you all that I would journal my path to animal psychicdom. To do this, I need to catch you up on a bit of history. We hop in the way back machine where I take you to early 2004. We last left our heroine (that's me!) when she had investigated the method to talk to her pet.

If you'll remember, the first step was to get your pet alone somewhere quiet, not too be interrupted. Though I felt a bit like Tony Soprano when my pet looked up at me with big WTF eyes as I shut the bedroom door, I hadn't cornered him in a dark alley, nor was I about to break his legs. Step 1? Check.

I remember the light was a beautiful pale blue, and the sheets had that nostalgic Granma's farmhouse scent. I laid down next to his soft white fur and looked at him. This was a pet that had stood by me for 13 years. Granted, he didn't have the option of breaking up with me or running away from home. Still I gave credit where credit was due. I loved my pet as much as one could love a furry child that could never be vaginally birthed.

Uhm, that image aside, remember that the second step was to close ones eyes and picture your pet in your head, saying their name mentally. I closed my eyes. He stared at me. I open my eyes and petted his head. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes again, and waited for the magic to happen. Step 2? Check.

I don't remember what I "told" him. But I did know that I felt pretty good. He didn't really do anything that said, Yes, you're communication is coming in loud and clear", but I figured it takes time and practice.

The third step was something vague that I haven't had too much practice with. I figured, I have my hands full with running a household and trying to find time to doggie communicate, so I better just try to get clear one way communication first before going on. That's my excuse for the really lame instructions about to come. It's something like, open your mind to any images they might be sending. Take any image as it is, and then mentally thank the dog as you close the session. I remember trying it and maybe getting something, but maybe not. The blue light illuminated the inside of my eyelids with a phosphorescent glow. I thank the dog. The dog looked at me with those calm but wide "are we done with W-ever TF we're doing" eyes. Step 3? Check.

We left the bedroom with me realizing two things. One, I definitely needed more practice. I don't think Pa Bell got through. Two, I am way too lazy/busy to devote 15 minutes a day practicing talking to a dog that is convinced I'm crazy.

That's when I decided I was going to refine my technique to fit my lifestyle. I was going to mostly try closing my eyes and communicating on the fly as I had the chances. One might call it...er haphazard. But I say, it's better to try it half-assed and maybe get stuck on the donkey half way down the grand canyon, than not try at all and end up watching TV in the RV.

...ok maybe that metaphor didn't quite cut it. Regardless, join me next time when recount my realization of why I would never seek a session with the grand Psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick herself to know what my pet is saying.