Animal Communication: Hawk's Message

Written by Jennifer Grandi

Monday, 27 April 2009

That’s a dang, big bird,” my cat said to me.  At least that’s what I was thinking and he was LOOKING at the bird with big eyes.  “What kind of bird is that?” I wondered as I squinted to see this much-larger-than-any-bird-that-had-ever-been-in-my -yard sitting on the fence.  It flew away before I could get a good look, but after going inside, I opened a book to research it.  I concluded it must be a hawk.  I live in a pretty domestic neighborhood, so I was surprised. At the time I had five cats, three of whom did not like the two new intruders that I had rescued from a shelter.  I had tried so many things to help these cats make peace with one another, but the tension between them was constant.  I had traveled to New Mexico to have Thanksgiving with my dad and found Penelope Smith’s book, Animals, Our Return to Wholeness.  That is about the last place I would have figured finding it, in the local office supply store in my small hometown. I devoured it on the plane coming home to Utah and bravely wrote this woman a letter.  Maybe she could “talk” to my cats and get them to all get along and live happily ever after.   I received a letter in the mail informing me that she did not do animal consultations anymore, but providing with a list of those she had trained.  I was disappointed and reluctant to call a stranger, but I glanced at the list.  There was no one listed in Utah, so I decided to concentrate on New Mexico and California, states I had lived in.  For weeks I put off really calling anyone or making a decision. Not long after seeing the bird I had concluded must be a hawk, I had noted how cold it was, how winter was really upon us, even though there was no snow on the ground.  It was New Year’ Day and I was looking to the backyard out my kitchen window.  I saw it!  I saw the bird, sitting just where he had been before.  I wanted to see him up close.  No time to prepare.  I headed out the side door in my stocking feet to sneak into the yard and get a close look.  “Why have you come?” I asked.  “What message do you have for me?”  With that, the bird flew toward and over me.  “I AM the message,” he said with great disdain, like “You dummy, can’t you figure this out?” Finally one night in desperation after my cats had been in terrible fights, I stood by the phone, trembling, with my finger going down the list of animal communicators Penelope had sent me.  I was hoping for just the right name to pop off the page.  I tried to feel the energy and wasn’t really noticing the names as much as whether or not their services included phone consultations.  The energy of one name seemed to be TOO strong, but as I was ready to move on, my eye caught part of a word, ”Hawk.”  I looked at the full name of Winterhawk.  Oh, my gosh.  So that’s what the message was.  I had found my animal communicator and the hawk in the yard had helped me. The next installment:  Owl’s Warning Jennifer Grandi, jlgrandi@comcast.net

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