Animals with Medical Conditions

Many times I am called by a human companion to work with an ill dog. After I tune into the animal's energy, I next work up and through the human being's energy. When I do this, the dog lets me know automatically and right up front that the human companion has certain issues going on in her life that are very serious and that made it hard for both the human companion and the dog. Although the dog's illness was a marked destiny in time, the treatment and the communication of it to the human can sometimes become blocked. By the time the human companion, the dog, and the vet become involved, the energy has erupted into a cloud of chaos, and the real or right moment for resolution is nowhere in sight—thus, the tale of Ruby and Buddy.

Ruby and Buddy

This was an interesting case on many levels. There were two dogs. One had several health issues that were being treated, and the other was a vivacious young male who did not know how to bide his time while his sister received all the attention. I was walking into a situation that involved not just a single human companion, but a newly married couple. I was informed I would be meeting with only the wife, Carol, indicating to me that the husband wasn't fully present on a day-to-day basis. In place of the husband would be Carol's mother who, I was told, was already highly skeptical and abundantly suspicious. The mother apparently agreed to go along with the reading considering that her daughter, at this point in her life, was grasping at straws.

Carol's life was overwrought with responsibility. In addition to a very demanding job and a new husband, she had two large dogs that required a lot of attention. The female, Ruby, had to be brought to the vet on a weekly basis for treatment. I was made aware of this from Ruby's energy, brought to me the day before walking into their home, along with the fact that Ruby was feeling the brunt of Carol's mother's energy, which was bursting at every seam. All of this disruptive energy was not aiding in Ruby's recovery, nor was it protecting Ruby from any other outside force she might encounter.

I knocked on the door. I could hear the ruckus of two large dogs barking and running through the house. I started to smile because it sounded as if Carol was keeping elephants in there! The energy came streaming through the door—erratic, nervous, not moving forward or flowing, but circling at high octane speed, bumping into the walls and everything inside them. You could see sparks flying everywhere when the door opened. It was quite amazing to see.

Carol answered the door, looking frazzled and wide-eyed. She was nervous and tired. When I shook her hand, I could tell that the real Carol had taken a trip into this vortex of disobedient energy that was running amuck through her life, her home, and her animals. Her eyes were saying, “Please help me, I am trapped and I can't get out.”

As most human companions do, Carol started making apologies for her dogs' behavior. “Please excuse this, please excuse that.” I gave Carol a hug and reassured her everything would be fine. I advised her to just take a deep breath, use the time while I was there to not worry about anything, step into my energy, and see what it can feel like to see straight for a moment.

We found a common room liked by the family, Ruby, and her brother, Buddy, and we sat down. Carol was opposite me on a long couch with Ruby sitting next to her. Buddy ran out the dog door to try to release the pent up energy he had from spinning within the vortex that existed within the house.

As Carol's mother walked in for an introduction, she was exactly as I had expected. Her energy was hard, brazen, and resistant—my way or the highway mentality. But, there's nothing I like more than a challenge.

“Hi, I'm Jocelyn, so glad to be here,” I smiled. Then I started to move her energy out without her being remotely conscious it was even being done.

I asked for Ruby to come sit by me so I could start tuning in to her. I like the animal to not be obstructed by any human energy while I have my hands on the animal. It interferes with the process and makes it much more difficult for me. Yet, there sat Carol's mother on the other side of Ruby, as if she were holding court. Her hand was petting Ruby's back while I was holding Ruby's head and moving my hand along Ruby's chest. Before I knew it, I could hear Ruby, my Guides, Ruby's guides, and the energy in general saying very loudly that the mother had to move away. She threw great amounts of negativity into the energy stream, and in that moment was doing a great injustice to the animal she seemed to love.

“Okay, so I need no other hands on the dog while I am working on her. Perhaps if you are comfortable to do so, you could go over and sit by your daughter, at least until I am done connecting with Ruby. I love that you are supporting Ruby, I do. But I feel your resistance toward me and the process. That's fine. I completely understand where you are coming from. However, I am here and trying. So if we can be as positive as possible through my visit, I think we could all work together. Does that sound like it could work for you?”

Carol's mother smiled and her guard fell. She moved away from Ruby, and out of nowhere, became part of the process. We formed a circle of love and happiness for Ruby, Carol, and Buddy who was still outside running back and forth, barking and pacing. We were ready to make a change.

Right off the bat, Ruby was more worried about her human companion and caretaker than herself, which is always how it works. The energy is always, “Please fix my human companion. Identify the issues I am telling you about and then you will be able to help me. Because my human companion's issues are making them unhealthy and I am already unhealthy. So, if we are all unhealthy, then where does that leave anyone?”

I was rubbing Ruby's stomach and looked up at Carol. “Does Ruby have digestive issues or bowel issues?” Carol shook her head “no.” “Really, because I keep getting terrible digestive bowel issues that are causing head pain and discomfort. Are you sure she doesn't have anything like that?” Carol again shook her head “no” and said, “Not that I know of.”

I focused on the energy more. Something wasn't right. I knew in my gut that I was hearing other than what Carol was acknowledging. I continued to rub Ruby's stomach, then around to the lower spleen, and I got it! “It's you, Carol, that has the problem. Do you have Irritable Bowel Syndrome?”

Carol's eyes welled up with tears and she said, “Yes. My God, how did you know that? Did she tell you that?”

I kept going. “You get terrible migraines?” Carol shook her head an adamant “yes.” “When you go to load Ruby into the SUV once or twice weekly for her vet visits, as big as she is, you have to struggle so much, and you are in such pain that the headaches become migraines. Your lower back is sore and pulsing, and your IBS elevates to near unbearable levels of discomfort. Plus, I understand you don't bend at the knees or ask for help…ever. Does that sound right?” Carol's shoulders dropped, and her eyes were sullen and heavy. She was exposed. It was time to get better. It was time for ownership.

I noticed Ruby always looked to Carol for reassurance, always. That was a sign of a dog that lacked confidence, which was a sign of Carol's lack of confidence in herself. Ruby was not necessarily looking to Carol for her own reassurance but to see if Carol was okay. Carol needed that from Ruby because no one else in Carol's life was doing that for her—most importantly, Carol wasn't doing it for herself.

For Ruby, what were already hard visits to the vet were made even harder by the serious difficulties Carol had when putting the dogs into the car. The fact that Carol is so overwhelmingly stressed and in pain causes anxiety in Ruby and sends Ruby into a very uncomfortable tail spin—of nerves, fear, and anxiousness. None of this can possibly be beneficial for Ruby when she is going in for treatments for a serious ailment. Ruby wants Carol to be well, to be able to take the precautions to be in the moment, and to feel good so that Ruby can feel good.

I told Carol, “Ruby doesn't love the weekly visits to the vet, but she doesn't get upset about them. She gets upset about you and your anxiety. Ruby takes on your energy, which holds her in an energy field that is frightening.” Ruby had a tough enough time finding her confidence and had received so much of Carol's neuroses on top of her own medical issues that she had almost been swept out of being a “dog.” Ruby lost her identity, and ironically, so did Carol. They needed to reestablish their individual identities together.

To avoid the energetic injection of Carol's medical condition onto Ruby, Carol needed to separate her energy from what is her condition and what is Ruby's condition. On many occasions, Carol made her medical condition Ruby's medical condition; and in response, Ruby made her medical condition part of Carol's medical condition. It is always up to the human being to take ownership of what belongs to her and what belongs to her dog. This is especially true for an animal that has severe medical problems and is highly vulnerable and open to all diseased energy. In these types of animals, in this case, Ruby, the dog's immune system as well as energetic system cannot fight against her own issues let alone the issues thrust upon her by her human companion.

Much too often we human beings believe everybody and everything should feel everything we feel, and share it with us. Breed it more—make us feel as if we can swim in it. I am saying it is time to take responsibility for our own victimization and not think we need to share it with others, especially not a weakened animal. Dogs are not victims, and giving them energy rife with victimization when they are already vulnerable to wanting to please us is the most detrimental thing we can do to the animal. If we do this, it will put them in our unhealthy state added to the unhealthy state they are already in.

We therefore must separate our energies and not project our illnesses upon our dogs. It is from ego that we do this because we don't want to be the only one that feels bad, and our dog is the easiest scapegoat and a convenient target for the negative destructive energy we feel. Energetically and physically, a dog can never (and doesn't have the capacity without human conditioning and intervention) go into a victim state; only humans have this capacity.

As connected as Ruby and Carol were, I needed to get them back in a loving, happy, natural state where they could be in their own space with a clear, lovely, flowing energy that allowed them both to breathe and tackle life in a calmer and more natural way. In this natural state, the energy actually has the capacity to heal and bring new opportunities for both of them. I removed the blocked energy, carefully brought light back to Ruby and Carol, and gracefully instilled it throughout the house.

It is important to remember that life will always have issues and things that need to be dealt with. I am not saying that all is bliss once the energy is changed and your original light is retrieved, but I will guarantee this: If you can recover that lost “soul” and see some ray of light where before there was nothing but overwhelming stagnant energy and nothing worked, then as obstacles come up, they will be dealt with from a very different source, one that originates in clean energy, in the moment, and you will find yourself responding only by intuition and from your Heart Center.

In the case of Carol and Ruby, their whole lives were affected: Carol became happier and more productive at work. Ruby can really be with her brother Buddy as a true dog and have involvement that makes her feel free. Carol is open to learning how to manage her health, she feels good about it, and her health has actually gotten better. Whenever Carol needs to deal with a real problem in any part of her life, she will now have the ability to deal with it in the moment and let the newly found clean energy pass on the difficulty. She will no longer be subject to an energy that corrupts her, slows her down, or takes her away from her true self. Even though I didn't know Carol prior to that first visit, I knew she had abandoned that light a long time ago. Ruby knew they could find it again together for both their sakes.

Carol and I spoke about different herbal approaches that were noninvasive and would not hinder the medication Carol was already taking for her IBS. As always, whether for a human being or an animal, I recommend asking your physician or veterinarian if my suggestions are approved. I usually do not suggest anything other than certain foods or my wonder drug—ginger root. This is because I don't feel it is my place. I don't take that authority, it is not what I do, and I do not want that role.

I avidly suggest various scented oils to be placed on the temples and wrists, oils that can, just by their aroma, bring a human being or an animal back into the moment. Making one conscious by scent stimulation is remarkable. It is a very interesting concept and tends to work. I suggested a specific oil to Carol that, through her energy, she would respond to when needed. The scent would bring Carol back before she let the energy become chaotic or lost track of the soul we had retrieved.

Next was good ol' Buddy. Buddy is a “dopey” dog with a heart of gold. One of those dogs with a demeanor that everyone would describe, in human terms, in the same way: “Just a really good guy!” That's Buddy. Buddy has no problem with his sister's issues or his human companion's issues, but he doesn't understand why he can't get a little more attention. If that isn't feasible, then why can't he get back this one toy he loved so much?

You see Buddy is a big dog, a mutt of sorts, who has a lot of anxious energy because he wasn't being put to use. He didn't know why he couldn't go to the vet all the time to be a support system for Ruby as well as Carol. As I told this to Carol she started to laugh. She said that he often wants to come. However, she thought it would just add to her pressure so she leaves him at home. The energy that was circling from Buddy to Carol was that Buddy wants a job!

Carol treats him as “happy-go-lucky Buddy,” but he is actually a great resource as a companion and assistant to Carol when she undertakes the hard trips to the vet or when she needs a laugh after a long day. She wasn't using Buddy for his real essential purpose. Whether human or animal, who doesn't want someone like Buddy—an easy friend with a happy outlook, one who wants to help and who has very few issues of his own—in their life? Buddy doesn't take on Carol's or the family's issues; he travels completely in the moment, and his soul is not remotely in need of retrieval. Personally, I am still looking for someone like that!

Ruby felt that her brother didn't play a large enough role in her life. She wanted to be more like him, a carefree goofy dog whose light is so bright it lights up the yard at night, a being full of confidence and security that is through and through a dog. Ruby was truly amazed by Buddy.

After I did Ruby's reading, and we were all talking, I watched Ruby observe her brother playing outside with a twig. Ruby longed to do that. She was so burdened with medical issues and Carol's issues that had become her own, that she almost questioned whether she had the right to long for playful things. Ruby constantly looked to Carol, over and over, before doing anything, whereas Buddy never checked in because he didn't need to.

I thought it was a good idea to next bring both dogs outside to put into effect the work we had done inside with Ruby, Carol, and her mother. As we went into the backyard, Ruby ran along Carol's side with the occasional burst toward Buddy to get in a little bit of play. Always, though, Ruby returned to check in with Carol. You could see in Ruby's eyes that with this new feeling running through her all she really wanted to do was play. I then asked Carol to let me change Carol's energy. As she stood in front of me, I moved the excess “baggage” aside and advised her to be conscious of living in that moment—the moment where she felt whole and complete. I asked her to not usher Ruby back to her side for reassurance, but rather let her energy reassure Ruby that it was time for Ruby to step into the world she longed to be in—that of being a dog. In that same moment, Ruby ran toward Buddy and started wrestling and playing with him with gusto, something she had not felt in some time.

Carol later admitted that because of Ruby's medical conditions, she was controlling Ruby to resist playing so that Ruby would not overdo it. Believe me, I understand this concern. I have been there myself. However, controlling Ruby's amount of recreational play in a small backyard compared to completely abolishing it were two very different things.

What Carol was now aware of was that her own anxiety and confusion had been taken on by Ruby and had a force over the dog that wasn't part of the healing process. Rather, it was an imposed energy that didn't allow Ruby's sickness to dissolve. Unconsciously, if Carol kept Ruby in the energy of ill health, then she could keep herself in that exact same energy. Under that circumstance, neither of them would experience any movement. They would remain within the energy of the vicious circle that was created—continually unhealthy and suffering together.

Ruby so desperately wanted out of that circle. Carol gave her a present by bringing me in and opening herself up to the process from which everyone, including me, benefited. Ruby couldn't have been more proud or grateful to Carol than at that moment.

Ruby bounded around the yard smiling and tussling with her brother for forty-five minutes, never once checking in with Carol. Ruby knew when she had played enough. She could monitor her own energy, and knew when she needed to lie down for a bit. When Ruby lay down, so did Buddy—right next to her. He honored her and understood her because she was clear and present. He knew exactly what she needed. They lay together butting heads, cuddling, and playing with a ball they passed back and forth.

Carol and her mother were amazed by the beautiful happiness that was radiating from Ruby as she played with Buddy. Carol said she had never seen them so happy when they were together, and Carol also felt an abrupt change of energy within herself. It was remarkable. Carol was able to just sit and talk about life and not be preoccupied with Ruby. The light around Carol reappeared, and as her eyes got brighter, so did her soul. Carol's once skeptical mother was now feeling the same joy—she couldn't help but be affected by the process.

As I was sitting on a step, Buddy suddenly ran up to me and placed all 100 pounds of himself on my legs. He wanted to have a quick little chat. He thought since we were at it, he could get in a couple of words—like a child who sits on Santa's lap and asks for something you hadn't heard about before. That was exactly the experience. He again let me know that sometimes he doesn't get enough to do (which we had already established), and that he liked a particular toy that makes a bunch of noise when he squeezes it. It occupies him for hours. It is his most favorite item ever, and Carol took it away from him months ago. He wanted it back.

I looked up at Carol and said, “Did Buddy have a round toy? It seems to be a bright green rubber-like toy that has what appears to be little things poking out all around it, like little rubber spurs of some sort.” Carol's eyes start to widen. “Anyway, I think it was one of those very obnoxious noisy toys that Buddy would put in his mouth, squeeze, and run around with all day long. I guess you got sick of the noise, but he really loved it. It helped calm his mind when he was left alone, and it was a sound he loved to hear when he ran around the yard. Anyway, he said you abruptly took it, and hid it. Is that true? He would really like it back!”

Carol stood up and had me walk inside with the dogs. She opened a closet, moved several boxes out of the way, reached up to the top shelf, and pulled out a bright green round rubber toy with little spurs poking out from all over it. Carol let me know that months ago she got fed up with the noise, took the ball away, and hid it. She was in awe that Buddy let me know that. Yet, it didn't surprise her because she knew how much he loved it.

When she took it down, I asked her to call Buddy over. I told her to ask Buddy to sit, let him know it wasn't a punishment, and with clear energy tell Buddy that as Buddy works with her and Ruby, so too will Carol work with him. Buddy saw the toy. His eyes were like a child's. As though, after the message was relayed to Santa, the present instantly appeared. Total and utter magnificence!

As Carol handed the toy to Buddy, I sensed from him that he felt reconnected to her. That moment was so instant and joyful for Buddy, and it radiated to Carol. The noise and his use of the toy were no longer to compensate for any anxiety. The toy was an old friend, something he loved, with nothing else attached.

Then Ruby ran over and Buddy showed and shared his toy with her. His eyes lit up. At the same time , Carol turned to me and said, “Thank you.” And, in unison through energy, so did Ruby and Buddy. It was Christmas in July. Everyone got exactly what they wanted, including me. I felt blessed to have been a part of this journey. I walked to my car, elated that this family could experience the joy they had all along.