Living the Game

I stand in the fine sand on the near bank of a broad, flat river that flows to my left, releasing into the ocean beneath a golden sunset. Behind me and lining the bank on the far side of the river is lush tropical forest pulsing with life.

I am waiting.

An ancient crocodile appears to my right. He is as old as life, vibrant, and enormous. I trust him completely. Effortlessly, he slides into the water and invites, “Come with me.”

I step out onto the water beside him, and my feet float on the surface as we move toward the far bank. We don’t speak – we don’t need to. We both know our destination as if we’ve made this trip thousands of times before.

When we reach the far bank, I walk up onto the sand. He emerges from the water and transforms into a man. We stop for a moment and look into each other’s eyes. He is perfect for me in every way. He reflects my beauty, sincerity, kindness, compassion, acceptance, gentleness, gratitude, abundance and blessing. Without words, we break our gaze and walk together, side by side, into the forest.

We come upon a clearing that glows with energy. This energy emits a faint but infinitely powerful light that emanates from Mother Earth and travels upward toward infinite space. We feel the rhythm of this life force and are drawn into it. We step forward together with the deep knowledge that this is why we have come.

As we merge with the light, we merge with each other. Our physical bodies transform into one ultimately radiant channel of brilliance, and our merged energies become a unique new life. Like an intense core of the life of Mother Earth, this new life carries itself toward the sky.

At a certain point, the upward flow stops and the energy bursts outward in all directions. Sparks fly over the entire planet like a giant umbrella fireworks display. Each spark travels the entire distance back to the earth, and when it lands, becomes a new being. I watch from the center of the clearing, now alone, as these new beings walk all around, exploring their new lives. They interact with each other, learn from and about each other and themselves. They grow and change.

I suddenly realize, watching all of this new life growing and changing, that each and every being is me. Each individual looks, feels and acts like me. With this realization, I breathe deeply and smile, because I recognize the game.

I step out from the clearing into the forest and make my way to the nearest being, the nearest ‘me’. I walk up and greet her. “You are me” I say. “I invite you to come back inside. Come home.” He walks boldly forward with natural grace and we offer ourselves to each other, blending into one more complete version of ourselves, of Myself.

My game is to walk the Earth, greet each being, each version of myself, and welcome her, or him, back into the whole of Me. I walk the Earth, and I play my game with conscious intent. As I include each new being and all of his experiences, I become more complete.

I encounter the final other being who is walking on Mother Earth. I welcome her in and feel a rush of fulfilled life. The game is complete.

I lie down in a grove of eternal redwood trees to rest and feel the completeness of my Life, the communion of all beings on Earth. I close my eyes and sleep.

When I wake up and open my eyes, I am standing in the fine sand on the near bank of a broad, flat river, waiting for the crocodile.

by Kerri Lake originally published in Species Link, Summer 2003

The Scorpion Queen

We began the exercise by visualizing filling our bodies with water from head to toe. The water didn’t want to go lower than my navel, and opening space to let the water in hurt. Whatever was stuck in there wasn’t interested in cracking open. I saw a huge spider standing over a tangled web. The kind of tangled mess that you’d throw away before trying to unravel. It was a casing that looked like cotton on the outside, but was strong enough to imprison immense power.

I lay on my back fascinated by this spider, who I only saw for a split second. My eyes were closed and I listened to the guided meditation. As the spider disappeared, the water was allowed to trickle into the area, but not touch the casing. Support strands connected the casing to the insides of my torso walls. If you could walk through this part of my body, you would be breathing cobwebs and dust. This cocoon looked like it had been around for millennia, receiving layer after layer of cord and webbing wrapped so securely that not even light could penetrate it…yet.

I had been trying to connect with a scorpion, a creature that I would not normally invite to sit next to me. I had trouble in the previous exercise trying to connect with Scorpion and learn about her life. This time, after the sloshing water inside my torso reached the dam below my waist, the Scorpion appeared. She moved quickly over the cocoon that holds my power captive. She evaluated the strands, the strength of the apparatus and what she needed to do. As if she had been sent for this specific purpose, she began choosing strands to cut. Very deliberately, she moved over the tangle and used her pincers to snip strand after strand. Her attitude toward her work was so eager and playful, demonstrating that work doesn’t have to be work at all. She was almost singing while she changed my life.

After finishing part of her job, she paused, turned and looked straight at me. I felt a wash of her gratitude flood over me. She thanked me for the opportunity to help me. She thanked me for my interest in knowing her and for my willingness to trust her. She was full of joy and the pure love of living. I got the sense that she was doing more for me that I could imagine at the time. I sat back and witnessed her cutting strand after strand like she had a map in her head of how this whole contraption was put together. She was completely focused on her work, but still managed to emit the purest joy in what she was doing. I was humbled by her love and dedication. She was creating openings for light to escape and penetrate.

When she finished her psychic surgery on my second chakra, I was moved to turn over onto my stomach. I bent my knees and held my feet in the air. My arms came forward in front of my face like I had pincers of my own in place of my hands. I opened my eyes from this position, and Madam Scorpion showed me what the world can look like from the scorpion perspective. I was hugging the ground. Balanced and mobile. I felt comfortable, like I could sit in this position for hours basking in sunlight. I flexed my feet like the scorpion would flex her tail, stretching to the tips of my toes. I was well protected by my claws and stinger. I knew I was formidable enough to conserve my sting for when it meant the most. I loved life, I loved my role in life. I loved just being Scorpion without needing more than what I had right there.

The guided meditation was coming to a close, but I was reluctant to move out of this wonderful loving space. I sat still and asked for more scorpion experience. I felt more solidly grounded, and I was treated to the feeling of tiny scorpion baby feet walking over my back and sides and my eight scorpion legs. I experienced the feeling of love and contentment that mothers of all animal species know. I was a scorpion mother! I wanted to stay melded with her forever. It was a feeling of completeness, of fulfilling my life’s purpose. I thanked her for showing me her world. I thanked her for her loving healing work. I stayed quietly on my stomach, swimming in the love of the world.

Madam Scorpion broke through my barriers. She cracked the hard outer casing of mine that I had projected onto her species. She expanded my understanding, shared her joy, and began a healing process within me that I had only just recognized as needing attention. I am a more complete human for having known Scorpion. I am so grateful to her for helping me to re-member.

by Kerri Lake

originally published in Species Link, Spring 2003

James French

Animal communication and Reiki.

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Great Jumpin Dolphins by Trish Scott

Back when I was first looking for a ‘pet psychic’ I found Penelope Smith’s web site and her Dolphin Adventure jumped out at me. I ‘knew’ I had to go. I signed up just after taking my first animal communication class. It was the perfect ending to this whole experience. Here is the letter to friends and clients upon my arrival home.

Hi Everyone,

As most of you know I recently went swimming with wild dolphins in the Bahamas to learn whatever it is we learn by doing that. These are a few of my experiences.

I started my great adventure with what God issued me and the clothes I stood up in. Lost Luggage. After months of shopping for just the right stuff (in Eureka it is cold — we don’t swim, wear shorts, sandals, sun hats, sunscreen, or go snorkeling) it was a non issue. But while others wrestled their luggage into the shuttle to the dock I enjoyed the morning light. While others wrestled their luggage onto the boat I watched the sun sparkle on the water. Once others had wrestled their luggage under the bunks in their rooms they started bringing me things. I was presented with the choice of one of two swimsuits which were identical to the two swimsuits I had in my luggage. I took the purple, it was my favorite all along. There were t-shirts, shorts and towels from the boats lost and found and others from my fellow travelers. When I mentioned to my roommate that I was going to miss my Teva’s she gave me hers saying she hadn’t been sure why she had brought them. Same with a dive skin. She had once lost her luggage and was very generous as people had been with her. The crew provided me with snorkeling gear. Within a half hour of being on the boat all my needs had been met. Later in the week when everyone had nothing but wet, rank towels and soggy clothes the crew did my laundry for me since they knew I didn’t have much stuff. Fresh towels! What a gift. I shared with my roommate. At the end of the week I slept like a baby while others packed their soggy stuff into suitcases that seemed too small. And in the morning while others lugged their stuff to the back deck for a customs check I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. When we arrived back at the hotel my luggage was there. Pristine. I had a glorious shower and pampered myself with all my own toiletries and put on my own clean clothes and felt like a million bucks. And when I got home there was no laundry to do. It’s a great way to travel. Beyond that it’s a lesson to me in accepting help, asking for what I need and finding abundance rather than scarcity.

Now when you take a trip with twenty-eight animal communicators you tend to expect a bit of weirdness and just decide to go with the flow. We had our first meeting at the hotel the night before boarding. Penelope Smith, the facilitator for the trip, had green hair and was a bit more peculiar than I had expected. There were a few kids, two hetero couples, one lesbian couple, and a mix of mostly women of all ages. After introductions Hodin, Penelope’s assistant, and Penelope started a chant — he was on drums and she chanting something resembling a Native American chant. I don’t recall the lead in to this except that I had always thought of that stuff as silly and was prepared to just endure it politely. About three beats into it I was bawling my eyes out. Somehow I had found my way home.

Once we were onboard we all discovered that we just loved our roommates. When you are with a bunch of people there are always those you hit it off with right away and those who make you grind your teeth. We all ended up with the former. After a couple of days of watching roommates interact I asked Penelope how she had made the room assignments. She printed out all of our applications (most by email — we hadn’t even touched these printouts) and matched them by the energy she got from them. That’s it. Simple.

The first few days we had bad weather so the dolphin encounters were few and far between but I was able to learn to cope with snorkeling. Plenty of time to practice. I went from gulping and sputtering salt water to being fairly proficient at diving. I had some help. Just a few weeks before leaving, my daughter in law Wonder lost her father. Gary was someone I felt close to the moment we met. He was an artist and sculptor. When he found he had kidney problems that would lead to his death he moved to Hawaii for a year to spend time doing luscious things like snorkeling. A few years ago he gave me a small feather he had carved from an antler. I knew he would love this trip so I put his feather on a chain and wore it on this trip. Strangely enough Scott Hanson, a renowned sculptor who makes his home in Hawaii and is a world-class free diver just happened to be on the trip. We hit it off right away. He taught me how to dive.

While we were waiting for the dolphins to find us interesting enough to spend time with we snorkeled here and there. No I didn’t get any mysterious vibes from the road to Bimini but I met a lot of fish I had never seen outside reef tanks and aquariums. The water is warm and very clear and the fish are glorious. God it was good.

There is so much to tell. Like the love that grew throughout our little community as the week went on, the bliss I felt “dancing” with a disabled girl to live Calypso music at the Complete Angler, the perfect moments of being belly to belly with a dolphin, the joy watching dolphins and humans playing together, the wonder of living in a community of healers each of us giving what we had to give and receiving what we needed spontaneously, easily. We became the flow. Now I know exactly what it is that I want to create here at home.

On our last day the dolphins came out to play for about 2 hours straight. Then there was THE MOST SPECTACULAR SUNSET I have ever seen. Then there was lightning periodically lighting up the clear night. The wonders just went on and on that day. It was the perfect end to a perfect adventure.

And somehow a lot of us came back with a streak or two of green in our hair.

Trish Scott

http://www.scottfree2b.com

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Anna Twinney – Reach Out to Horses

I am constantly in awe of so many things but in this case I refer to what I think most lay people would call coincidence. Maybe it is an entirely random thing but I prefer to think of it that, we all exist on the same vibrational plane, each resonating a different variable tone but frequently coming into tune with other people, places and events as we reach a happy, mutual empathy.

Let me explain…….
As most visitors to this blog will be aware, I am fortunate to publish some of Penelope Smith’s catalogue and as a result I have developed a deeper interest in Animal Communication. While I was preparing some sales material for her I decided to contact some of the communicators listed in her magazine, Species Link, and ask for testimonials and accounts of their experiences with Penelope.
Everybody was very kind and generous with their responses but one in particular, from Anna Twinney, demanded my attention. Anna who runs the Reach out to Horses training programme from her home in Golden, Colorado is an internationally respected horsewoman, clinician, coach, certified animal communicator & healer who has conducted clinics, classes and training sessions in Australia, Canada, Denmark, England, Germany, Holland, Spain and through-out the United States. One other thing however that grabbed my attention was that, like me, Anna is English and it had intrigued her from my business letter head to notice that we both hail from the same area. More than that, we discovered that my office was only three miles from her parent’s home in England’s oldest and smallest county of Rutland. The result of this ‘accidental’ exchange of email was that in May, in a bistro restaurant in Uppingham market square, we shared a delightful lunch and much happy conversation. Was it coincidence, the ‘flying fickle finger of fate’ or an empathetic cosmic vibration that brought about the first of, what I hope will be many, such meetings? I don’t know for sure but I do know that I have a special new friend.

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