<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559</id><updated>2012-01-23T18:29:52.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam Case's Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6455664231284971191</id><published>2012-01-20T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:44:06.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Precognitive Communication?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRxcEsJhYAk/TxmyVLHXX8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ktyHqYG0WVY/s1600/Bella+Kenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRxcEsJhYAk/TxmyVLHXX8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ktyHqYG0WVY/s320/Bella+Kenny.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I communicated with Bella in December of 2010.&amp;nbsp; His aunt bought a communication for her brother for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; At the time he was not impressed.&amp;nbsp; Recently she called me to say that she wanted to validate that what was communicated did come true, but in the future.&amp;nbsp; Oh my!&amp;nbsp;Here is part of the reading.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tell me about your home.&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;Wood floors.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s an older house and my dad has done a lot of work on it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m very proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;What is your favorite thing to do&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love to go on walks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m a proud prance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You should see me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is there anything you would like to tell your person?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;We make a great team.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have fun with you are you are funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love it when you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What is it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;I am the calming effect in around our house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even when I’m being silly I can still calm my dad down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is there anything you would like to change in your home?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;The more sunlight the better for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why are you here for your person?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;I’m here to let dad experience true love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He hasn’t had much true love in his lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is there anything else your person can do for you? &lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;Just keep on loving me, but I know you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Where do you like to sleep?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;In dad’s lap and in my bed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What do you think of other animals of your species?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f22665;"&gt;I like to talk to them but I’m fine being an only dog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is&amp;nbsp;the email about the reading over a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, back in December 2010 the details in this reading had not yet taken place. My brother separated from his wife in July 2011 and now lives in an older place with hard wood floors. When he was still in his other house, he and his wife had several other pets (3 other dogs and 2 cats). But Bella was always Dean's special dog. Of course he took her with him when he moved and now she is the only pet in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella absolutely LOVES her walks and goes everywhere with my brother, even to work! And he is always telling me what a calming effect she has on him when he gets upset or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know the accuracy of your reading for Bella.&amp;nbsp;Thank you for doing what you do and I look forward to talking to you again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6455664231284971191?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6455664231284971191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/precognitive-communication.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6455664231284971191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6455664231284971191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/precognitive-communication.html' title='A Precognitive Communication?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRxcEsJhYAk/TxmyVLHXX8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ktyHqYG0WVY/s72-c/Bella+Kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1905751804958702927</id><published>2012-01-20T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:26:26.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBT4JNOQL64/TxmwEf7anpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MOQ8tXdWYzA/s1600/Sonny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBT4JNOQL64/TxmwEf7anpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MOQ8tXdWYzA/s320/Sonny.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early on the morning of my birthday, January 2, I looked out my window and cutest little dog was in my backyard.&amp;nbsp; He was very scruffy and hungry but just so adorable.&amp;nbsp; I was leaving shortly to go out to a birthday lunch date but when I returned he was sitting on the front porch waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; My granddaughter, Lauren, was with me and we made 'Found' posters and hung them around the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I also posted him on Craigslist and Tulsa Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the best behaved guy.&amp;nbsp; My husband made him a bed in the garage but that night was supposed to be bitterly cold.&amp;nbsp; I invited him in and told him that I knew he would behave.&amp;nbsp; He was so great with my cats, ignoring them completely!&amp;nbsp; He jumped up in a chair in front of the fire and fell asleep.&amp;nbsp; I told him he could stay inside and sleep there, but he needed to stay put.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up the next morning he was still fast asleep in the chair.&amp;nbsp; It was then that I told him that he could stay with me until I either found his owner or until I found a good person to adopt him.&amp;nbsp; My son fell in love with him at first sight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I had errands to run and I took him with me.&amp;nbsp; He was great in the car too.&amp;nbsp; When we got home that afternoon the phone was ringing.&amp;nbsp; It was Sonny's mom calling.&amp;nbsp; She saw our posters and was so happy that we had him.&amp;nbsp; He was thrilled to see her again too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on Sonny I know that he knew where to go for help.&amp;nbsp; And for me it was a wonderful birthday gift to have him for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1905751804958702927?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1905751804958702927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1905751804958702927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1905751804958702927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-birthday-gift.html' title='My birthday gift'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBT4JNOQL64/TxmwEf7anpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MOQ8tXdWYzA/s72-c/Sonny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8598872160464081473</id><published>2011-12-09T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:10:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamus and Beau...together again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMttG1Q9dms/TuJsY5Wmo3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tVqeeMik-VE/s1600/Beau%2526SeamusOnPillows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMttG1Q9dms/TuJsY5Wmo3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tVqeeMik-VE/s320/Beau%2526SeamusOnPillows.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seamus and Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Recently I communicated with Beau at his home.  At that time he was in pain and his mothers weren't sure what they needed to do.  Since that time they made the decision to send Beau across the Rainbow Bridge.  After I communicated with Beau, I was asked to talk to Seamus who was already in Heaven.  Seamus told me that I felt his essence when I was at his home recently.  He said he was guiding Echo, the newest addition to their family, an 18 month old Great Dane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;When I asked Seamus to describe his surroundings he told me he was running in the tall grass.  (It looked like wheat to me.)  He told me that John met him on the Other Side.  I could tell that John was an animal lover and he had grandfather energy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Shortly after my visit to their home, Beau's&amp;nbsp;parents emailed me that they were going to send&amp;nbsp;him across the Rainbow Bridge.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I suggested that they pay attention to see if they received any messages letting them know that he was OK.  A few days later I received this email titled "A Message from Beau".&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funny/happy coincidence:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday evening we did indeed get a message from Beau, and Seamus, too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to tell you about it because it connects to something you and Seamus talked about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In July, 2008, I took the dogs and went north to stay with our friend Bonnie and her dog Scruffy, who owned this property. We had sold our house in Moscow, ID, and would be leaving for OK at the end of the month. Cathy followed mid-month and we spent our last days in the Northwest here in the woods. The dogs LOVED it there. On the day we packed the car, Beau laid down inside the cartop carrier bag and let us know in no uncertain terms that the craziness (packing) needed to stop because he had no intention of going anywhere. we often talked about finding a way to spend a month there every summer, and were quite sad when Bonnie sold the her place and moved into Spokane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Bonnie called on Saturday night, just to check in. We haven't talked since the summer. I told her about Beau, and also about Seamus hanging out in the tall grass with John. Cathy and I were always sure that what you saw wasn't wheat, but instead the tall grass at Bonnie's -you can't see it in the pictures for the snow, but it was there in the summer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't have to tell Bonnie that ... I said "Pam said wheat" and B interrupted me:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;no, that's in the woods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She also reminded us who John is. He and his family lived across the road from Bonnie. He LOVED our boys, and we visited over at his property (more tall grassy areas) often when we went up to Bonnie's and during that month in 2008. He had had Great Danes in his earlier life farming in Scotland, and had two younger Danes when we met him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;John died a week before Christmas, 2008. I had forgotten about that, and their special bond, but Cathy and Bonnie both remember it vividly. I wonder if he and Seamus also knew each other from before sometime.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;So, we know where they are:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in the woods in North Idaho. That image helped me be ready to take up his bed in our bedroom, because I also know where he'll be when he comes to visit us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyKBONxfGoY/TuJy2tk5v6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/4EWCF07vp7M/s1600/Beau%2526SeamusInNorthIdaho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyKBONxfGoY/TuJy2tk5v6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/4EWCF07vp7M/s320/Beau%2526SeamusInNorthIdaho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8598872160464081473?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8598872160464081473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/12/seamus-and-beau-are-together-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8598872160464081473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8598872160464081473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/12/seamus-and-beau-are-together-again.html' title='Seamus and Beau...together again'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMttG1Q9dms/TuJsY5Wmo3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tVqeeMik-VE/s72-c/Beau%2526SeamusOnPillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7291946850152803491</id><published>2011-11-09T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:28:43.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Butterscotch finds Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0i5r7lAHoo/TrrRUY0W_GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w4VdrxnjvYI/s1600/Butter+and+Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0i5r7lAHoo/TrrRUY0W_GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w4VdrxnjvYI/s1600/Butter+and+Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily and Sir Butterscotch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was contacted to communicate with a rabbit I wasn't quite sure what to expect.&amp;nbsp; This was my first bunny and his name was Sir Butterscotch.&amp;nbsp; What I discovered was that he was very forthcoming and one of the most important things he told me was that he was lonely and wanted a girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; He also told me that his house was very white.&amp;nbsp; His favorite foods were raisins and fresh greens.&amp;nbsp; He tattled on his owner telling me that she was a very scheduled and detailed person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I discovered after the communication was that his mother had recently taken him to meet some new friends.&amp;nbsp; She gave me the names of three of them and Emily was the one that Butterscotch liked the most.&amp;nbsp; She was very happy about this because they seemed to get along from the start.&amp;nbsp; Plans are being made to get these two together for always.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His mother also told me that most of their house was &lt;em&gt;white.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;She confessed to being very scheduled and gave Butterscotch his&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;fresh greens&lt;/em&gt; at the same time daily.&amp;nbsp; She was surprised to hear about raisins and had never given him any.&amp;nbsp; After a trip to Trader Joe's she came home with some organic raisins.&amp;nbsp; Guess what?&amp;nbsp; He loved them!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 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width: 359.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata o:href="cid:AD81EA7A-87A2-469B-833C-3B19C30D22E3@hsd1.ca.comcast.net." src="file:///C:\Users\user\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7291946850152803491?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7291946850152803491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/11/sir-butterscotch-finds-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7291946850152803491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7291946850152803491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/11/sir-butterscotch-finds-love.html' title='Sir Butterscotch finds Love'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0i5r7lAHoo/TrrRUY0W_GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w4VdrxnjvYI/s72-c/Butter+and+Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-30656514979550402</id><published>2011-11-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:22:52.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQB7QWvmVLg/TrCmBkX5DUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LTEF9dINRxs/s1600/Bella+Furrh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQB7QWvmVLg/TrCmBkX5DUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LTEF9dINRxs/s320/Bella+Furrh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Saturday, A1 Pet Emporium asked me to participate in their Wag-o-Ween event in Oklahoma City.&amp;nbsp; Bella came to see me and I was moved and honored to communicate with her.&amp;nbsp; As usual I didn't know anything about her but the first thing she told me was that she gets disoriented easily.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bella was ok with this but&amp;nbsp;she knows her mom worries.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bella&amp;nbsp;told me that her brain wiring was different.&amp;nbsp; She likes soft food best and she likes to go on outings with her mom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her if she had a job she told me that she wasn't given a lot of responsibility but she did bring her family a lot of joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her owner then told me that I was 'right on'.&amp;nbsp; And then I watched as this precious dog danced around the room we were in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bella's mom told me that she suspected that Bella&amp;nbsp;was a puppy mill dog and when she was born she evidently didn't get enough oxygen or had some type of brain injury.&amp;nbsp; This was not realized until she was a little older.&amp;nbsp; Bella also has to take seizure medicine.&amp;nbsp; She's 9 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;most amazing thing to be is that even though she is a 'special needs' animal she still knows who she is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One thing for sure...I will never forget her either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-30656514979550402?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/30656514979550402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-bella.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/30656514979550402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/30656514979550402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-bella.html' title='Special Bella'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQB7QWvmVLg/TrCmBkX5DUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LTEF9dINRxs/s72-c/Bella+Furrh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8744011503502061618</id><published>2011-10-13T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:11:17.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIMbGpRJXHc/TpdRBV5ZeAI/AAAAAAAAAas/X51qfJ_6c9o/s1600/Wiggles+Graham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIMbGpRJXHc/TpdRBV5ZeAI/AAAAAAAAAas/X51qfJ_6c9o/s320/Wiggles+Graham.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I do animal communication I always ask for the pet to tell me about their home.&amp;nbsp; Wiggles said, "We have a lovely home.&amp;nbsp; There are pretty trees around us. Inside smells like cinnamon and sometimes like soup cooking.&amp;nbsp; I love that!&amp;nbsp; Momma makes everything so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; You would like my home."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I communicated with Wiggles his Mom asked some questions.&amp;nbsp; She told me that someone had died and wondered if Wiggles missed her.&amp;nbsp; Wiggles told me that he visited with her spirit all the time and that he didn't miss her.&amp;nbsp; He also told me that this person left signs that his mom should notice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Come to find out this person who died was Wiggles' human grandmother.&amp;nbsp; Below is the last email I received from Wiggles' mom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the insightful readings.&amp;nbsp; You have helped me understand this nice little dog.&amp;nbsp; My mom died in June and I often wonder if Wiggles noticed because he stayed right by her side whenever I left the house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the way, my mom kept cinnamon sticks and would chew on them to help her not smoke.&amp;nbsp; She was nicknamed the Soup Lady because she cooked soups for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8744011503502061618?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8744011503502061618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiggles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8744011503502061618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8744011503502061618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiggles.html' title='Wiggles'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIMbGpRJXHc/TpdRBV5ZeAI/AAAAAAAAAas/X51qfJ_6c9o/s72-c/Wiggles+Graham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6000559999912210357</id><published>2011-09-28T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:12:10.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who DUN It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp_hfviTpfU/ToONPb2I9II/AAAAAAAAAak/jAt_1bPLSSE/s1600/Shaq%252C+Liberty+and+Baron+Priebe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp_hfviTpfU/ToONPb2I9II/AAAAAAAAAak/jAt_1bPLSSE/s320/Shaq%252C+Liberty+and+Baron+Priebe.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Shaq, Liberty and Baron.&amp;nbsp; Their&amp;nbsp;parents contacted me because of some recent behaviors.&amp;nbsp; This is a photo of one of their dog beds.&amp;nbsp; It used to look like the one at the top of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymPfzzREg14/ToOOLz_IvxI/AAAAAAAAAao/9og-Q8t070Y/s1600/09-06-11950008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymPfzzREg14/ToOOLz_IvxI/AAAAAAAAAao/9og-Q8t070Y/s200/09-06-11950008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their parents had a video camera and all three of the rascals participated in this destruction.&amp;nbsp; Baron has been with them the longest and when I communicated with him he declared his innocence.&amp;nbsp; In the words of Scooby Doo, Ruh Roh, Baron was caught on camera as the instigator of the act.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I discovered in my&amp;nbsp;communication about the above crime is that these guys are used to a finely tuned schedule and if this changes, they act out.&amp;nbsp; That weekend their parents were gone more than usual and we can see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting how each of the labs has their own unique personality.&amp;nbsp; Shaq, the youngest of the three, told me that he was hit by a car and should have really been hurt but that he escaped with no injuries.&amp;nbsp; Shaq used to be a 'tied up' dog and he came to his new family during an ice storm.&amp;nbsp; He had icicles hanging from his fur.&amp;nbsp; They returned him to his original owners, but he&amp;nbsp;returned to his new family again.&amp;nbsp; He told me he was with the wrong people before.&amp;nbsp; With his new mom and dad he is here to have fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is the only female and she is full of energy.&amp;nbsp; She chews loudly on her plastic dog bone.&amp;nbsp; She tells me that she does this so that she can be heard.&amp;nbsp; I suggested that due to her tightly wound nervous system that she might benefit from agility training.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Liberty admitted that they all participated in the dog bed destruction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron is his momma's boy for sure.&amp;nbsp;She melts in his presence. &amp;nbsp;He tells me that he has the biggest heart in the world.&amp;nbsp; His dad asked me to ask him what time he gets up in the morning and Baron said, "When I want to!"&amp;nbsp; He likes the oils his parents put on his food.&amp;nbsp; His mom asked me who picked whom?&amp;nbsp; Baron told me that he chose her and his mom confirmed it.&amp;nbsp; He also quietly told me that he was the 'favorite'.&amp;nbsp; Shhhhh...don't tell anyone!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observation was that Baron, Liberty and Shaq were well-behaved and made a great team.&amp;nbsp; I think it is healthy for their parents to have a surprise every once in a while.&amp;nbsp; Keeps them in line.&amp;nbsp; And something else...will an animal tell a lie?&amp;nbsp; Hum...I will let you decide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6000559999912210357?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6000559999912210357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-dun-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6000559999912210357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6000559999912210357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-dun-it.html' title='Who DUN It?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp_hfviTpfU/ToONPb2I9II/AAAAAAAAAak/jAt_1bPLSSE/s72-c/Shaq%252C+Liberty+and+Baron+Priebe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2574193891373557365</id><published>2011-09-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:06:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Very Happy Last Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVSqZUIu3KY/ToOHRVk7xTI/AAAAAAAAAac/JcOfrWq_WvE/s1600/Artie+Allison.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVSqZUIu3KY/ToOHRVk7xTI/AAAAAAAAAac/JcOfrWq_WvE/s320/Artie+Allison.JPG" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Artie crossed the Rainbow Bridge in early September.&amp;nbsp; He was adopted in 2009 when his Mom, a volunteer at a shelter, brought him home for a break from the shelter but could never take him back.&amp;nbsp; He had fight scars and so many old injuries that he was deemed unadoptable at the shelter.&amp;nbsp; His new mom signed the papers to make him theirs.&amp;nbsp; Artie didn't like men very much but he absolutely loved his new dad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Artie's&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;mom felt guilty because&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;they didn't know he wasin pain until so close to the end.&amp;nbsp; His&amp;nbsp;doctor said that his injuries were old and could no longer compensate with his muscles.&amp;nbsp; His mom decided to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited a few days to communicate with Artie, but as soon as I did he said, "I'm more alive now that I was before."&amp;nbsp; He doesn't want his mom to feel guilty and he knows how much she loves him.&amp;nbsp; He told me he went to&amp;nbsp;meet a best friend cat and Grandpa Ed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He also said that he would return to his owner very soon.&amp;nbsp; The new dog (him) is&amp;nbsp;going to come right up to her and she is going to know.&amp;nbsp; Artie gave a huge hint.&amp;nbsp; "Give yourself ME for Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2574193891373557365?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2574193891373557365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-very-happy-last-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2574193891373557365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2574193891373557365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-very-happy-last-years.html' title='Two Very Happy Last Years'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVSqZUIu3KY/ToOHRVk7xTI/AAAAAAAAAac/JcOfrWq_WvE/s72-c/Artie+Allison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1692344613275282568</id><published>2011-09-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:42:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Chips Scores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBfjyEmh36A/ToOEhKUem7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ez0dwSwo_Qo/s1600/Mr+Chips+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBfjyEmh36A/ToOEhKUem7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ez0dwSwo_Qo/s320/Mr+Chips+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr. Chips was taken into custody by the Pet Adoption League in Tulsa.&amp;nbsp; His foster mother contacted me because he had terrible separation anxiety and a number of other challenges.&amp;nbsp; When I asked him what his favorite food was, he told me wheatberry cereal with meat.&amp;nbsp; His foster told me that his previous owners gave him fast food hamburgers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him about his anxiety he told me that it came on so fast...like a wave.&amp;nbsp; He didn't understand it either.&amp;nbsp; He also told me he was here right now to help his foster mother prioritize and set boundaries.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so later I received a call to tell me that Mr. Chips has found a home with an elderly, but very fit and well-to-do gentleman in Stillwater.&amp;nbsp; His new dad is unbelievable happy with his new side kick.&amp;nbsp; They run around in the car together as well as enjoy long walks.&amp;nbsp; I think that Mr. Chips' new dad with have separation anxiety if he is not around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have a wait a bit for our ship to come in.&amp;nbsp; We all dream of a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1692344613275282568?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1692344613275282568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/mr-chips-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1692344613275282568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1692344613275282568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/09/mr-chips-scores.html' title='Mr. Chips Scores!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBfjyEmh36A/ToOEhKUem7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ez0dwSwo_Qo/s72-c/Mr+Chips+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4711406599546819248</id><published>2011-08-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:03:02.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake is in the Ultimate Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wesLVN7eSO0/Tj1kHFLDJ3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DmQoJzyl_nM/s1600/Jake+Winter+2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wesLVN7eSO0/Tj1kHFLDJ3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DmQoJzyl_nM/s320/Jake+Winter+2004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jake is now in heaven and he told me that it was the ultimate Dog Dish and that the best thing&amp;nbsp;in heaven&amp;nbsp;was the love.&amp;nbsp; He said that heaven loves you back.&amp;nbsp; He also told me that it was time for him to go when he left.&amp;nbsp; He wanted his mom to&amp;nbsp;never doubt that she did the right thing. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked&amp;nbsp;Jake who met him I thought I heard 'John' and then corrected it to 'Juan'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here is an email from his mother after the communication.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Pam,   Thank you very much.  You answered a few questions I had – just what I was looking for.   And I have to tell you – I believe the "Juan" that met Jake when he arrived is my friend John Gunn who everyone called "Juan Pistolas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was a friend of mine when I lived in Guadalajara, Mexico from 1984-1987.  He died in a plane crash in 1989 in Mexico while flying up in the Sierra Madres as a medical doctor to indigenous people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice to know they've met.  "Juan" loved animals.   Thank you again!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times, Jake and Juan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4711406599546819248?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4711406599546819248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/jake-is-in-ultimate-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4711406599546819248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4711406599546819248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/jake-is-in-ultimate-place.html' title='Jake is in the Ultimate Place'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wesLVN7eSO0/Tj1kHFLDJ3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DmQoJzyl_nM/s72-c/Jake+Winter+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1650597928115136194</id><published>2011-08-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:04:07.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Champ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hczJozeEik/Tj1ijcadWSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tTDJGpwg_54/s1600/Champ+McKee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hczJozeEik/Tj1ijcadWSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tTDJGpwg_54/s320/Champ+McKee.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...reporting in from across the Rainbow Bridge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more beautiful or majestic&amp;nbsp;than a Standard Poodle?&amp;nbsp; This communication helped Champ's mother to heal.&amp;nbsp; She was feeling very guilty about Champ's passing.&amp;nbsp; He knew that he was his mom's favorite and that she struggled with her decisions about him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that in his next life here on earth he was going to have a very important job.&amp;nbsp; It would probably be as a service dog.&amp;nbsp; He told that he was going to help the world.&amp;nbsp; He also said that he was a more evolved soul and that is why he would hold such an important position next time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champ, we will welcome you back as you are needed badly in this world right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1650597928115136194?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1650597928115136194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/gorgeous-champ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1650597928115136194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1650597928115136194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/gorgeous-champ.html' title='Gorgeous Champ...'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hczJozeEik/Tj1ijcadWSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tTDJGpwg_54/s72-c/Champ+McKee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5438724608401334547</id><published>2011-08-06T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:05:00.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Macey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfpYaEgE-UY/Tj1fifShtRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/02xIEbJR5GI/s1600/macey+kuykendall.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfpYaEgE-UY/Tj1fifShtRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/02xIEbJR5GI/s320/macey+kuykendall.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met Macey a few years ago at the Williams House Inn Bed and Breakfast in Hot Springs, AR.&amp;nbsp; Macey had to remind me that we have met before.&amp;nbsp; Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macey told me that her back&amp;nbsp;closer to&amp;nbsp;her hips ached.&amp;nbsp; Her mom told me that she was urinated on the bed as well as some furniture.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was a bladder or kidney problem and I suggested that she take Macey to the vet.&amp;nbsp; Problem solved!&amp;nbsp; After medication she is feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Macey moved to South Carolina and her mom tells me loves watching all the wildlife from the many perches in her new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5438724608401334547?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5438724608401334547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/madame-macey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5438724608401334547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5438724608401334547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/madame-macey.html' title='Madame Macey'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfpYaEgE-UY/Tj1fifShtRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/02xIEbJR5GI/s72-c/macey+kuykendall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6544648356554428844</id><published>2011-08-06T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:35:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF7q8eqYxHE/Tj1dwo0xupI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QGRocqzrusU/s1600/Milo+T.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF7q8eqYxHE/Tj1dwo0xupI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QGRocqzrusU/s320/Milo+T.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just love it when I find out how to help an animal's health.&amp;nbsp; Milo told me his mom was worried about him.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't want her to worry.&amp;nbsp; (Most animals really wish their parents wouldn't worry about them.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I was communicating with Milo my ears and jaw felt uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; After Milo's mom took her to the vet it was discovered that she had a yeast infection in her ears.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Milo also told me that she likes to ride in the car but in my mind's eye I could see her 'ducking' as if she were going to be hit by a vehicle.&amp;nbsp; Come to find out, she was hit by a car several years ago.&amp;nbsp; I need to remember to keep trusting what I see, hear or feel.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Milo!&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6544648356554428844?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6544648356554428844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/milo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6544648356554428844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6544648356554428844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/08/milo.html' title='Milo'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF7q8eqYxHE/Tj1dwo0xupI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QGRocqzrusU/s72-c/Milo+T.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2448838337981874987</id><published>2011-06-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:20:51.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radar- Channel 6 Weather Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbK2JS3NqQI/Tfe_72y47RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-uKvkyNMPwc/s1600/Radar+-+ch+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbK2JS3NqQI/Tfe_72y47RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-uKvkyNMPwc/s1600/Radar+-+ch+6.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I did animal communication and the Oklahoma Alliance for Animal's Rock and Rescue event.&amp;nbsp; This precious guy and his mom came to see me but his mom did not give me his stage name.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know I was communicating with a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that his Mom thinks about him all the time.&amp;nbsp; He loves it when she gives him raw chicken.&amp;nbsp; He also said that he has one window in his house that is his.&amp;nbsp; It's his &lt;em&gt;watch spot&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a few cat siblings and one is&amp;nbsp;very important to him.&amp;nbsp; She's black.&amp;nbsp; Radar's mom told me that this cat is elderly and doesn't do much anymore.&amp;nbsp; Radar told me that they do much silent communication.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked this guy what his job was he said, "It's amazing and I help others."&amp;nbsp; It was then that his Mom told me that he was Radar, the Channel 6 Weather Dog.&amp;nbsp; She worries that she pushes him to hard.&amp;nbsp; I suggested that she trust her instincts on this.&amp;nbsp; Radar said he loves his job and raw chicken helps get rid of fatigue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing Radar said was, "Curiosity killed the cat."&amp;nbsp; Radar's mom said that they say this to him all the time.&amp;nbsp; Radar, thanks for sitting on my foot for most of our chat.&amp;nbsp; I'm honored to meet you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2448838337981874987?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2448838337981874987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/06/radar-channel-6-weather-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2448838337981874987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2448838337981874987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/06/radar-channel-6-weather-dog.html' title='Radar- Channel 6 Weather Dog'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbK2JS3NqQI/Tfe_72y47RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-uKvkyNMPwc/s72-c/Radar+-+ch+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5310232610901065153</id><published>2011-06-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:52:37.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA Golf Tournament in Stillwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMRrB9Pj1a4/Te7GyQ6GIOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nbZ5e3unXKs/s1600/my+austin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMRrB9Pj1a4/Te7GyQ6GIOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nbZ5e3unXKs/s320/my+austin.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My nephew, Austin Gutgsell, is one of the greatest guys in the world.&amp;nbsp; He's a super golfer and plays for LSU.&amp;nbsp; This week he and his team played in the NCAA Championship in Stillwater, OK.&amp;nbsp; They didn't win, but we just had the&amp;nbsp;best time with family.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, cried and enjoyed being in the moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you might enjoy some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKw7D5CJXbs/Te7Ej9ztP7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/SFM5gjh28Wo/s1600/Austin+and+Lauren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKw7D5CJXbs/Te7Ej9ztP7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/SFM5gjh28Wo/s320/Austin+and+Lauren.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nephew Austin&amp;nbsp;and Grandangel Lauren&amp;nbsp;meeting for the 1st Time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6a1hutmi8zI/Te7HsVTITYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/chr9YZiZ1sc/s1600/GandP.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6a1hutmi8zI/Te7HsVTITYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/chr9YZiZ1sc/s320/GandP.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother Greg and Yours Truly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;LSU's John Peterson won the Individual NCAA Championship.&amp;nbsp; Geaux Tigers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Austin will compete again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKjwRm0lEkY/Te7Fjyz1DwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uJFUeEyUy90/s1600/XYTQXFTPPCKCSYA_20110603161443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKjwRm0lEkY/Te7Fjyz1DwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uJFUeEyUy90/s320/XYTQXFTPPCKCSYA_20110603161443.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son, Matt,&amp;nbsp;and I watching the LSU team finish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5310232610901065153?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5310232610901065153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/06/ncaa-golf-tournament-in-stillwater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5310232610901065153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5310232610901065153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/06/ncaa-golf-tournament-in-stillwater.html' title='NCAA Golf Tournament in Stillwater'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMRrB9Pj1a4/Te7GyQ6GIOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nbZ5e3unXKs/s72-c/my+austin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5120342236436784390</id><published>2011-05-22T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T07:09:38.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Drover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iol4qzX8LO8/TdkRyb8B-nI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xOxC0qZbMyo/s1600/Drover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iol4qzX8LO8/TdkRyb8B-nI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xOxC0qZbMyo/s320/Drover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early&amp;nbsp;Thursday morning I got a call from Drover's grandmother.&amp;nbsp; Drover was missing.&amp;nbsp; He escaped with another family&amp;nbsp;dog, a&amp;nbsp;deaf healer pup named Katie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drover is nine months old.&amp;nbsp; They were all afraid that Drover was injured.&amp;nbsp; I asked her not to tell me anything else so that it wouldn't 'color' any pictures I picked up telepathically.&amp;nbsp; All I wanted was a photograph of Drover.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a close connection with this dog maybe because we both have unusual eyes.&amp;nbsp; I could 'see'&amp;nbsp;Drover in a wooded area.&amp;nbsp; He was not hurt, but he was scared, lost and very hungry.&amp;nbsp; I sensed that he was less than a mile from home.&amp;nbsp;Drover told me that they wanted to do something fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling Drover's Dad, I suggested things for him to do to get his baby boy home.&amp;nbsp; Drover and his Dad have an incredible connection.&amp;nbsp; I continued to talk to Drover and reassure him that help was on the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drover was found on Thursday evening.&amp;nbsp; He was less than a mile from home.&amp;nbsp; His Dad told me he was not hurt but he was holding up a paw pretending to be hurt.&amp;nbsp; He said he does this often for attention.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drover was so excited to see all of them he played all night with their deaf healer, Katie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I love a happy ending.&amp;nbsp; Helping to find a lost animal is probably the most gratifying part of my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5120342236436784390?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5120342236436784390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-drover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5120342236436784390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5120342236436784390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-drover.html' title='Finding Drover'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iol4qzX8LO8/TdkRyb8B-nI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xOxC0qZbMyo/s72-c/Drover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7737247417773461731</id><published>2011-05-22T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T06:36:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker the Pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBl-sEpC1nw/TdkQn2WRM_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/6Ya6AXkH7rY/s1600/Parker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBl-sEpC1nw/TdkQn2WRM_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/6Ya6AXkH7rY/s320/Parker.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I hear or see something three times in a short period of time, I pay attention. Last Tuesday Parker's photograph was posted by three different people on Facebook. He was missing and his owner was like any owner whose beloved pet has gone missing. Third time called for me to see if I could get in touch with Parker remotely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tapped into the energy I could see an older home in my mind's eye. It had hardwood floors, exterior white paint with dark blue trim. I didn't think Parker was far from home. I sent Parker's Dad a message on Facebook explaining who I was and my findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night I was invited to do the grand re-opening event for Lifestyles Boutique on Peoria in Brookside. The Humane Society was there and I was communicating with any animals that were adopted. I know and love the new owners, Bonnie and Randy Williams. While at the event Parker's Dad sought me out just to say thank you and that Parker was still missing. I encouraged him to continue his search and stay connected to his puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was found on Sunday after five days. He was one street over. And this is the email I received from Parker's Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!! Parker is home today!!! He was at an older house (you saw it), with wooden floors (you called it), a white house (you saw it) and it had dark blue trim (you felt it)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f604f; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;img alt="house" border="0" height="97" id="_x0000_i1025" name="ACCOUNT.IMAGE.106" src="https://origin.ih.constantcontact.com/fs003/1102672453995/img/106.jpg" vspace="5" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a photo of the house where Parker was found.&amp;nbsp; I love a happy ending!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7737247417773461731?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7737247417773461731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/parker-pup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7737247417773461731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7737247417773461731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/parker-pup.html' title='Parker the Pup'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBl-sEpC1nw/TdkQn2WRM_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/6Ya6AXkH7rY/s72-c/Parker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7056116767237180017</id><published>2011-05-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:31:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Interview with Sai Baba about 2012</title><content type='html'>"Year 2012 according to Sai Baba", 2010. Extract from a conversation between a reporter and the Social and Spiritual Reformer of India, Sathya Sai Baba.&lt;br /&gt;Sai Baba almost never gives interviews, so this is very special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Have you heard of the year 2012 like a year where something will happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Baba: The truth is that the planet has been changing its vibratory state, and this change has intensified since the year 1989 where the magnetic poles have moved the last 20 years more than the past 2000. Well, in one way there are several prophecies that signal this date like a term or important conclusion in the history of humanity, but the most significant is the end of the Mayan calendar, which prophecy has been interpreted in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most negative ones think that during this year the world will end, but it will not be like that, it is known that during that year a new era will start, the Age of Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;This has to do with the rotation of the whole solar system (solar cycle) that goes passing through the different eras each one of them lasts 5125 years. The era in which we now are, called the Age of Pisces, started on the year 3113 B.C. and ends on 2012. If there is a change on the earth's magnetism, there is a change on the consciousness and also an adaptation at the physical level for this new vibration. The changes are not only on our planet, but also affect the whole universe, and today's science can verify that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform yourself about the changes on the solar storms (that are magnetic storms) and you will see that scientists are up to date with these things, or ask about the movement of the magnetic poles during the last years, and airports having to modify their instruments. This change on the magnetism translates or it's perceived as an increment of light, or an increase on the planet's vibration. For you to understand it easily you must know that this vibration is affected and intensified due to the consciousness of all human beings. Each thought, each emotion, each new awakening of a human being towards the consciousness of God elevates the vibration of the planet. This might seem a paradox, due to the fact that the majority sees around themselves more hatred and misery, but this is not so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, even if I would like them to be more, that are trying to get out of darkness to grow and become a better Son of God. I have been saying this on previous messages, each one chooses where to focus the view, and those who only see the darkness are focused on the drama, the pain and the injustice. If you don't see the spiritual advancement that humanity has made it is because you haven't focused on it, but if you do the right work and liberate your mind of the negative you will open a space where you will be able to manifest your divine essence that will put on the focus of what is really happening with humanity and the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is elevating its consciousness as never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "But how!...Can't you see the darkness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Baba: Yes, I see it, but I don't identify Myself with it, I'm not afraid of it...How can I fear darkness if I see such clear light?...Of course I understand those who fear, because I have also been standing where I could only see the evil. This is why now I feel love for all of that. Darkness it's not a force contrary to the light, it is absence of light. You cannot invade the light with darkness, that is not how the principle of light works. Fear, drama, injustice, hate and sadness only exist in states of darkness, because you can't see the global context in which your life develops, and the only way to see from the light when you are there is through faith. Once you have increased your vibration and frequency (state of consciousness) you will be able to see towards darkness and understand what you have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "But...How can You say this if there is more evil in the world everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Baba: There is not more evil...there is "more light", and that is what I'm talking about on this message. Imagine that you have a room or warehouse where for years you have been storing your things and is lit by a 40 watt bulb. Change the bulb to a 100 watt and you will see what happens. You will see the mess and the dust you didn't think existed. The dirt will be clearer. This is what is happening, and this makes possible that a lot of people are reading this without thinking of it as foolish, like it could have been some years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that today lies and deceit come to the surface faster than before?...Well, to access God's understanding and life's functioning is also faster than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new vibration of the planet is what is making everyone nervous, depressed or sick, because to be able to receive more light and to rise to that vibrational level, people have to change physically as well as mentally, they have to change the way they think and feel, and delete or eradicate from their lives such beliefs or parameters that generally differ from reality or that take them towards the negative side of things.&lt;br /&gt;You must put your warehouses in order, because each day you are receiving more light on your consciousness and even if you want to avoid it, you should start putting your hands on the project and start the cleaning o decide to live in the middle of the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This change creates physical discomforts, pains on the body, on the skeleton system and most of the time; the medical tests can't find the reason or illness that provokes it. Generally they relate it with stress or nervous states; nothing farther from the truth, because these discomforts are provoked due to negative emotions accumulated during our lives, fears and anxieties that you have carried with you always and that now have the opportunity to transcend and transmute. It's about that dust accumulated for years that you are now seeing, for it to be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be nights when you will wake up and stay up for a few hours...don't alter yourself, read a book, watch TV, meditate, don't fight thinking there is something wrong with you, it's the new vibration of the planet that you're assimilating, you will go back to sleep and the next day you will not feel a need to sleep more. If you don't flow with this process properly, the pains will be more intense and you will be diagnosed fibromyalgia, which is a name that medicine has given to these pains that have no visible cause and for which they offer no treatment with concrete results, they only give you a prescription for antidepressants and this makes you escape the opportunity to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time you chose which reality you want to live, only this time the drama will be more intense and of course will be the love. If the Light is increased, also is the lack of need for it, this explains why there is so much irrational violence during the last years.&lt;br /&gt;We are living the best time that humanity has ever lived, we will be witnesses and actors of the biggest transformation of consciousness that you have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform yourself; wake up your unrest for these subjects. Science know that something is happening; you know that something is happening; we all know that many changes are happening in many levels. Be a conscious actor of these changes and don't let them take you by surprise because you don't know what is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7056116767237180017?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7056116767237180017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/amazing-interview-with-sai-baba-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7056116767237180017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7056116767237180017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/amazing-interview-with-sai-baba-about.html' title='Amazing Interview with Sai Baba about 2012'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1896909133276276350</id><published>2011-04-19T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:33:10.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kXwlDQh4jU/Ta2bYjkNr3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kttSMF8b8AI/s1600/turt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kXwlDQh4jU/Ta2bYjkNr3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kttSMF8b8AI/s200/turt2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBc7mfL5qj0/Ta2cBKASUhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nt-nKfcwkis/s1600/turt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBc7mfL5qj0/Ta2cBKASUhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nt-nKfcwkis/s200/turt3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This morning I finally saw the turtle that has lived on our property for years.&amp;nbsp; Happy to see him, I ran in to get my camera.&amp;nbsp; When I went towards him I gently asked if I could take his picture.&amp;nbsp; He looked at me and the next thing I knew he was coming towards me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said &amp;nbsp;'yes'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Who says you can't communicate with a turtle?&amp;nbsp; He came so close that I had to back up with the lens that I was using.&amp;nbsp; This final shot is his closeup.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I thanked him and he went on his way.&amp;nbsp; What a gorgeous guy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4DMiKfuNU8/Ta2crf2DfdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/njrJkzn0tW4/s1600/turt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4DMiKfuNU8/Ta2crf2DfdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/njrJkzn0tW4/s200/turt1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1896909133276276350?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1896909133276276350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/turtle-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1896909133276276350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1896909133276276350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/turtle-talk.html' title='Turtle Talk'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kXwlDQh4jU/Ta2bYjkNr3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kttSMF8b8AI/s72-c/turt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7659215882686726576</id><published>2011-03-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:22:47.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, Forgive Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c26BrAQ_xoU/TZMtISJLxJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S5btGajvb2o/s1600/meeka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c26BrAQ_xoU/TZMtISJLxJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S5btGajvb2o/s320/meeka.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Meeka.&amp;nbsp; She was surrendered to the Homeward Bound Pug Rescue in OKC.&amp;nbsp; While I try not to share images that make me feel sad, I was so moved by this little girl's&amp;nbsp;face that I communicated with her.&amp;nbsp; Her previous owner said she was moving and that she couldn't keep her.&amp;nbsp; Enough said...this is what Meeka shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I began asking Meeka questions this phrase ran through my thoughts. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you like to talk to me?&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Of course I would. You need to pass on some information for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell me about your home. &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;I know it breaks your heart to look at me but my home was quite alright for a long time. I am a manifestation of what has gone on with my mother. She is not well. Please don’t judge her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite food? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pink fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite thing to do? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;To put my nose on the noses of those who love me. The world is waking up and I’m part of that. There will be many noses for me to touch in my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you feel any pain anywhere? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I’m much better already and it is a mind over matter thing for me. I’m going to be OK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; (I did some healing work on Meeka.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like to ride in the car? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;As long as it is for pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a job? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;As you can sense and see, I’m here to wake the world up. The earthquake in Japan is to wake the world up. More and more are leaning compassion and forgiveness. That’s my job now. Please don’t feel sorry for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything you would like to change?&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; I know that somebody is going to adopt me (and please don’t call it rescue!) and we will have a love affair until the end of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where do you like to sleep?&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; I like to sleep warm wherever I sleep. Heat makes me almost purr! I know I’m not a cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is there anything you would like to tell me? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Please just deliver my message. Tell the world to drop out of their heads and into their hearts. To know from the heart is truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want me to donate money for you? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Every little bit helps, but most of all, keep donating your gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7659215882686726576?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7659215882686726576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/father-forgive-them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7659215882686726576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7659215882686726576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/father-forgive-them.html' title='Father, Forgive Them'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c26BrAQ_xoU/TZMtISJLxJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S5btGajvb2o/s72-c/meeka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5145937615216556739</id><published>2011-03-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:16:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Pi9XuoSHs8A/TX-NPKEg4hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hlWwR_5Wr0s/s1600/T.C.+Veirs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Pi9XuoSHs8A/TX-NPKEg4hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hlWwR_5Wr0s/s200/T.C.+Veirs.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was in Houston last week for the Rodeo.&amp;nbsp; I received a call from a client who had me communicate with her horse last year.&amp;nbsp; This time the news was that her beloved TC, kitty on the left, was missing.&amp;nbsp; Missing cats press my emotional buttons because I have had two go missing in the past few years.&amp;nbsp; I am a better communicator if I don't get emotionally involved.&amp;nbsp; In the same way, I am not a great communicator with my own animals.&amp;nbsp; So, back to TC.&amp;nbsp; TC's mother wanted to know if he was alive.&amp;nbsp; Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I tapped into his energy the first thing he said was, "I'm hiding."&amp;nbsp; I asked him why and he said it was because he didn't feel well.&amp;nbsp; I also could sense that he was hiding up in a high place.&amp;nbsp; I gave my client some things to 'do' while she was frantically searching for her baby.&amp;nbsp; I also told TC that he needed to go home.&amp;nbsp; His mom and dad would take care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the email I received on the way home from the rodeo and a fabulous show by Rascal Flatts.&amp;nbsp; I was already feeling wonderful and here comes this email...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Oh my God.&amp;nbsp; He came home. You are wonderful. We both sat down after I sent the email to you and did our visualization. Then we checked the garage again as it has many high free standing shelves in it.&amp;nbsp; Then we went out in our back yard. It is heavily wooded and so we shined our flashlights up in the trees and all around any place high around our house. I called and called him and kept seeing my golden silk ribbon attached from my heart to his and asking him to come home. It would be okay and safe. Later we came back in and checked the garage again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;my husband&amp;nbsp;went back out and looked around the back of the house again and I came in and started visualizing again.&amp;nbsp; Then just now George just came in with our big wonderful T.C. in his arms. Glory glory glory. After George put the ladder away he&amp;nbsp;took one last look out the window of the back door of the garage and there sat T.C. about 5 feet away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well of course we are still crying and hugging him. He is just purring so loudly and I believe saying "Whew, I'm glad to be home". I totally believe your information saved him and brought him back to us. I was amazed that he had been gone for two days and his fur isn't dirty, he doesn't smell. I think he was hiding like you said but very close to home. It has been so cold the last two nights I really worried about him. We will check him over and watch his eating and pooping, etc. to see how he is feeling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God. We are sooooo happy. Thank you Thank you Thank you so very very much. I can't tell you how happy we are. Bless his little heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bless his heart, bless his heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it just doesn't get any better than this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5145937615216556739?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5145937615216556739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/found-kitty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5145937615216556739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5145937615216556739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/found-kitty.html' title='Found Kitty'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Pi9XuoSHs8A/TX-NPKEg4hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hlWwR_5Wr0s/s72-c/T.C.+Veirs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3732449521785649030</id><published>2011-03-08T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:45:17.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Sheen from ME too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W8WPgT_fJXs/TXZc0hoX6DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/grwMftUFIQA/s1600/CS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W8WPgT_fJXs/TXZc0hoX6DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/grwMftUFIQA/s200/CS.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlie Sheen has been sensationalized by the media recently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chinese Astrology always answers questions for me, and maybe it will help you to understand better too.&amp;nbsp; I also know that these are very unstable times for many and it leads to break downs, break throughs, break ups, break a parts or break into pieces. I have the gift of astrology that lets me know when energy is going to shift or peak or end.&amp;nbsp; I am always here to offer wisdom and encourage people that this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Charlie.&amp;nbsp; He has a very strong Chinese astrology chart.&amp;nbsp; He is a Yang Metal Monkey.&amp;nbsp; The nature of Yang Metal is someone who will stand up to injustice, and when in a period of energy that doesn't support can act like a&amp;nbsp; weapon.&amp;nbsp; This is exactly what is going on with Charlie Sheen right now.&amp;nbsp; He was born in a Monkey (metal) month as well.&amp;nbsp; He has another aspect about his chart that will cause him to feel restless.&amp;nbsp; It has to do with having all of his animals of the Chinese Zodiac that are associated with movement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He will always be moving even when he is sitting still.&amp;nbsp; His mind will spin out of control.&amp;nbsp; On the flip side of this, he can move beautifully in a direction to help humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth and metal are unfavorable elements for Charlie, and he is, unfortunately or &lt;em&gt;fortunately&lt;/em&gt;, in a period of time of these two elements making his nature stronger.&amp;nbsp; Add to this the first six months of 2011 are also Metal element.&amp;nbsp; The second half of this year is Rabbit (wood) energy and favorable for him.&amp;nbsp; There is much going on in his chart that has a direct influence on his career and his children.&amp;nbsp; There is another aspect that hurts his father, Martin Sheen, and his money.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prediction is that Charlie will continue to act out for the next few months unless he gets so out of control that he crashes and burns.&amp;nbsp; He has an ongoing life theme of 'I can do it myself' so he is not inclined to reach out for help.&amp;nbsp; Let's just see where this Metal Monkey is going to take himself.&amp;nbsp; He has great potential, but I really don't see it showing up until later this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you are one of the many that feels like you are breaking down or breaking apart and want insight into your life, contact me.&amp;nbsp; It's my passion and it really is a gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3732449521785649030?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3732449521785649030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/charlie-sheen-from-me-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3732449521785649030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3732449521785649030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/charlie-sheen-from-me-too.html' title='Charlie Sheen from ME too?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W8WPgT_fJXs/TXZc0hoX6DI/AAAAAAAAAZE/grwMftUFIQA/s72-c/CS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8320477668351993939</id><published>2011-02-26T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:35:45.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWPD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UX8Z8ZukEFA/TWlvYJMWrRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ETtYpAXYvMA/s1600/sleepy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UX8Z8ZukEFA/TWlvYJMWrRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ETtYpAXYvMA/s320/sleepy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepy, a Survivor and Queen of the new Flock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Remember the bumper stickers WWJD?&amp;nbsp; I am replacing the J for Jesus with P for Pam.&amp;nbsp; If I want to be the change that I want to see, I have to put my initial here.&amp;nbsp; Behind this there is a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an irresponsible dog owner who lives down the street.&amp;nbsp; She owns two&amp;nbsp;gorgeous&amp;nbsp;Labrador Retrievers.&amp;nbsp; On January 2 the&amp;nbsp;dogs&amp;nbsp;grabbed one of our free-range chickens and killed it.&amp;nbsp; They were simply doing what labs do.&amp;nbsp; The dogs returned in a week and badly injured another one of our chickens.&amp;nbsp; They took the hen down to their house.&amp;nbsp; Their owner returned with the injured bird and promised that she would not let her dogs out until after 6 pm.&amp;nbsp; By that time our hens are up in their roost for the night so no worries.&amp;nbsp; We told her that we were going to figure out a way to better secure our flock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized that we needed to fence the girls in&amp;nbsp;because it wasn't safe for them to free range anymore.&amp;nbsp;So several hundred dollars later with a new fence and safe yard for the chickens we felt better.&amp;nbsp; (Not to mention the vet bill for the injured Shelly!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later I went out to buy some groceries for an upcoming blizzard. When I returned I found the lab inside the fenced area killing one of our girls, another was dead inside the coop and a third was missing.&amp;nbsp; I don't do this often, but I fell apart.&amp;nbsp; Then, I got so angry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, WWPD?&amp;nbsp; The old Pam would have marched down to the irresponsible dog owner's&amp;nbsp;house and who knows what would have happened!&amp;nbsp; You can only imagine what I was thinking.&amp;nbsp; But, do you know what I did?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here is the deal, I can't change any one's beliefs but my own.&amp;nbsp; I can be the responsible pet owner.&amp;nbsp; I can be the peaceful warrior.&amp;nbsp; If others lack integrity there is nothing I can do about it.&amp;nbsp; I have integrity.&amp;nbsp; Anger and violence don't solve problems.&amp;nbsp; Violence and anger don't give someone ethics and integrity.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we went out and bought five new chickens that are six months old.&amp;nbsp; We put an electric wire around their yard.&amp;nbsp; The two surviving chickens&amp;nbsp;are doing well. Shelly, who was badly injured,&amp;nbsp;has grown back her tail feathers even better than they were before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWYD?&amp;nbsp; The Y stands for YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8320477668351993939?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8320477668351993939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/wwpd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8320477668351993939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8320477668351993939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/wwpd.html' title='WWPD?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UX8Z8ZukEFA/TWlvYJMWrRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ETtYpAXYvMA/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2889730764038456643</id><published>2011-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:49:54.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cEclcgTGXAs/TWkw8pbDX2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oKklevOd6Lg/s1600/bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cEclcgTGXAs/TWkw8pbDX2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oKklevOd6Lg/s1600/bunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently I was talking to a friend about Chinese Astrology chart and I asked her to reflect back to 1999.&amp;nbsp; 1999 was the year of the Rabbit and this is the year of the Rabbit.&amp;nbsp; 1999 was monumental for me and I became very aware of the journey I have taken since then.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in 1999 that I decided to seriously study Feng Shui.&amp;nbsp; This began with a trip to Monterrey Park, California to study at the American Feng Shui Institute.&amp;nbsp; I remember flying into LAX late in the evening excited, but not quite knowing how I was going to get to my final destination.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I made it and since that time there has been no looking back.&amp;nbsp; Later that year I returned to AFSI to take the advanced class.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in Fort Lauderdale, Florida studying with Master Raymond Lo that I fell in love with Four Pillars of Destiny, Chinese Astrology.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was covered in goose bumps&amp;nbsp;as Raymond taught about famous people and their charts.&amp;nbsp; Through&amp;nbsp;word of mouth and the internet&amp;nbsp;I was then introduced to several of the other teachers who have enriched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the opportunity to study not only with Chinese masters, but also famous medical intuitives, dowsers and healers.&amp;nbsp; Since 1999 I have traveled to Los Angeles, San Diego, Fort Lauderdale, Ottawa, Vancouver and Toronto, Canada, Austin, St. Louis, Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Seattle and Fayetteville, Arkansas.&amp;nbsp; I have returned to some of these cities several times.&amp;nbsp; Every journey brought me to where I am today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm saying here is that 1999 was such a significant time for me.&amp;nbsp; As&amp;nbsp;I speak with other friends and clients I realize it was very important for them as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love what Steve Jobs, CEO and founder of&amp;nbsp;Apple, said at a commencement speech at Stanford.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later.&amp;nbsp; Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, &lt;strong&gt;destiny&lt;/strong&gt;, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you connect the dots in your life?&amp;nbsp; I encourage you to do so.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your reflection might amaze you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2889730764038456643?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2889730764038456643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2889730764038456643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2889730764038456643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cEclcgTGXAs/TWkw8pbDX2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oKklevOd6Lg/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4108448907839011684</id><published>2011-02-03T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:51:58.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Year of the Metal Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TUqhQa2_17I/AAAAAAAAAXs/DfPdokA2ii4/s1600/buns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TUqhQa2_17I/AAAAAAAAAXs/DfPdokA2ii4/s1600/buns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Chinese calendar moves in 60-year cycles, meaning the world will experience similar events to those seen 60 years in the past.&amp;nbsp; The last Rabbit years were 1999, 1987, 1975 and 1963.&amp;nbsp; Think back.&amp;nbsp; What happened in your life then?&amp;nbsp; Reflecting on the past helps to connect the dots for your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Chinese zodiac, the rabbit is fourth in a cycle of 12 animals that represent each Chinese New Year, with the Year of the Rabbit falling between February 3, 2011 to January 22, 2012.&amp;nbsp; Today is the day to place your Feng Shui enhancements and remedies.&amp;nbsp; It is also the day to get your astrology updates if you are a believer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the elements, this is a year of metal sitting on top of wood.&amp;nbsp; These elements fight, so it will most likely be another year of weird weather patterns, natural disasters and wars.&amp;nbsp; Right now we have the severe unrest in Egypt and we are snowed in in Tulsa, Oklahoma.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbit is an animal of romance, so this year there could be many unusual love relationships.&amp;nbsp; If you have a Horse as your Day Master in your Four Pillars Astrology chart, you could experience a break-up.&amp;nbsp; If you have a Dog, you could find love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a really good Chinese astrologer, like me,&amp;nbsp;to help you see the potentials.&amp;nbsp; The Northwest is the best sector while the East is the most challenging sector of your home, office or country for that matter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this white girl who lives in the Heartland of the USA, wishes all of you a Very Happy and Prosperous Year of the Rabbit!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4108448907839011684?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4108448907839011684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-year-of-metal-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4108448907839011684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4108448907839011684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-year-of-metal-rabbit.html' title='Happy Year of the Metal Rabbit'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TUqhQa2_17I/AAAAAAAAAXs/DfPdokA2ii4/s72-c/buns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1950112092204528383</id><published>2010-12-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:44:51.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target, The War Hero...is in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TQPstdfMirI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lEuaBgR27DI/s1600/Target.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TQPstdfMirI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lEuaBgR27DI/s1600/Target.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many of you have heard about Target, the dog who saved a soldier's life in Afganistan, being accidentally euthanized.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this pulled on the heartstrings of all dog lovers including me.&amp;nbsp; A friend forwarded the story and asked me what I thought.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts always want to communicate with the animals.&amp;nbsp; This is what I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do a centering meditation before I begin a communication.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I noticed was that my heartbeat felt stronger than usual.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Would you like to talk to me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;You are one of my favorite people to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Describe your surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rolling hills and green grass.&amp;nbsp; There is perfect beauty and harmony.&amp;nbsp; Quiet in the most delightful way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3. Did you have any trouble getting to where you are?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; No, it was very easy.&amp;nbsp; I was ready to go.&amp;nbsp; I completed my soul's purpose and after that life wasn't as important.&amp;nbsp; You see, if I go then I come back soon.&amp;nbsp; I have many purposes to fill in many lifetimes.&amp;nbsp; I'm a soul with a mission.&amp;nbsp; You could compare me to Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;4. Did you go home to meet someone?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;6. Did someone come to meet you?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Every soldier&amp;nbsp;who lost his life and every child that came in contact with me.&amp;nbsp; Both sides - not just Americans.&amp;nbsp; It is all equal here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;7. Are you going to&amp;nbsp;come back?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will return and you will hear or read about me again.&amp;nbsp; I will return very soon...within this year.&amp;nbsp; There is much work to be done on Planet Earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Thank you, Target!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1950112092204528383?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1950112092204528383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/target-war-herois-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1950112092204528383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1950112092204528383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/target-war-herois-in-heaven.html' title='Target, The War Hero...is in Heaven'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TQPstdfMirI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lEuaBgR27DI/s72-c/Target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7992215597269478590</id><published>2010-12-01T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:56:08.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Incident at the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TPawkfcyjSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fZsghssnpDQ/s1600/3bobswingblack.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TPawkfcyjSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fZsghssnpDQ/s1600/3bobswingblack.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many ways to become more intuitive.&amp;nbsp; By the time&amp;nbsp;the incident occured at the airport in 2005, I had&amp;nbsp;participated in&amp;nbsp;many clearing workshops, both space and personal.&amp;nbsp; Using a pendulum and going inside I&amp;nbsp;learned to tap&amp;nbsp;into information about people&amp;nbsp;and space that was so amazing that I often thought it was my imagination.&amp;nbsp; How could I possibly know these things?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On the day of the incident my Tulsa flight was cancelled do to engine problems.&amp;nbsp; The airline was rescheduling all of us.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;meant standing in long lines...you know the drill.&amp;nbsp; There was a young woman standing behind me and I asked her if she knew what was going on.&amp;nbsp; She didn't look like she felt well and was frustrated about the change in plans.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she was OK and she told me that she was just having some 'female' problems and only wanted to get on the plane home&amp;nbsp;to Denver.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I asked her if she would hold my place while I ran to the restroom.&amp;nbsp; While in the restroom I had a strong premonition that this lovely young woman should not get on another plane.&amp;nbsp; When I returned I told her that I knew she was anxious to get home, but I felt that she should call&amp;nbsp;whomever brought her to the airport and go to an ER to get checked out.&amp;nbsp; I explained to her that sometimes I just knew things and gave her my business card.&amp;nbsp; She listened to my advice (I didn't mean to scare her!) and shortly after that left the airport.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A week later when I returned from my trip there was a message on my answering machine.&amp;nbsp; The woman, Beth,&amp;nbsp;was thanking me because as it turns out a cyst on one of her ovaries had&amp;nbsp;burst.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Surgery was needed immediately.&amp;nbsp; If it had not been for my&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;knowing, &lt;/em&gt;things could have turned out much worse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lucky for me, I still stay in touch with this lovely young woman who took my advice.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7992215597269478590?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7992215597269478590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/incident-at-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7992215597269478590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7992215597269478590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/incident-at-airport.html' title='An Incident at the Airport'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TPawkfcyjSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fZsghssnpDQ/s72-c/3bobswingblack.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-19894203303272744</id><published>2010-11-16T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:05:32.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog Named Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TOLTyijvurI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h-RbzoPd19g/s1600/Spot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TOLTyijvurI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h-RbzoPd19g/s320/Spot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4029tv.com/video/25672931/detail.html"&gt;http://www.4029tv.com/video/25672931/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is really popular right now about a dog named Spot.&amp;nbsp; When I watched it I felt sad and thought...'wait a minute'.&amp;nbsp; Let's talk to Spot.&amp;nbsp; I want to say I was surprised by what Spot had to say, but when I think about it, I really wasn't.&amp;nbsp; This is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I knew you wanted to communicate with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love getting the media attention. My dad is prompting me from heaven. He is right here beside me. We are showing the world how enlightened animals really are. We make a great team. I’m one of the world’s great teachers. My dad's spirit is very much alive and&amp;nbsp;the media is letting&amp;nbsp;our story live on. I don’t need to go back home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for checking on me. I’m not sad. I am here for a very important purpose!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the telepathic thoughts of dogs!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-19894203303272744?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/19894203303272744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-named-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/19894203303272744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/19894203303272744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-named-spot.html' title='A Dog Named Spot'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TOLTyijvurI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h-RbzoPd19g/s72-c/Spot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8655406762659895871</id><published>2010-11-09T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:21:44.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My prodigy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNnvl80cm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/70xVLXL2iy8/s1600/Jill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNnvl80cm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/70xVLXL2iy8/s320/Jill.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;my granddaughter, Lauren,&amp;nbsp;kissing Jill the dolphin&amp;nbsp;on her recent trip to the Bahamas.&amp;nbsp; Notice that they both have their eyes closed.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was eager&amp;nbsp;to communicate with this beautiful marine mammal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Would you talk to me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Yes, as a matter of fact, I would.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Describe your home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Busy all the time.&amp;nbsp; Clear, clean water except for all the children who pee in here (and some adults).&amp;nbsp; They don't know that I know what they are doing.&amp;nbsp; I have a sixth sense, you know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite food?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Little fresh fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite thing to do?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;My favorite thing is to connect with children like your Lauren.&amp;nbsp; Once these evolved beings come in contact with me they are forever changed.&amp;nbsp; They were put on the earth for the same reason I was.&amp;nbsp; Lauren will go out and connect with others on a heart level too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Do you have any pain?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Only when I engage with a sad soul.&amp;nbsp; I am empathic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a job?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;To bring joy &lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; healing to the world.&amp;nbsp; That is why all dolphins are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;What can you tell me about Lauren?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This little girl has a huge purpose on this planet.&amp;nbsp; She is going to go where I can't go.&amp;nbsp; You will help her to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Thank you, Jill!&amp;nbsp; Do you think I may have a potential animal communicator in my family?&amp;nbsp; Grammy is smiling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8655406762659895871?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8655406762659895871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-prodigy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8655406762659895871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8655406762659895871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-prodigy.html' title='My prodigy?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNnvl80cm2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/70xVLXL2iy8/s72-c/Jill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4542702637555186052</id><published>2010-11-08T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:38:40.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been with my person before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNiksb5u56I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3Mp1feQaA-8/s1600/Iggy+S+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNiksb5u56I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3Mp1feQaA-8/s320/Iggy+S+II.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the face of a very wonderful dog, a Giant Schnauzer, who draws a crowd wherever he goes.&amp;nbsp; He's seems to make people feel better by just being in his presence.&amp;nbsp; His mother brought him to the Garden Deva party on Saturday and he was so happy.&amp;nbsp; He told me it was an important and fun day for him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite thing to do is to go on walks.&amp;nbsp; Iggy is made for walks.&amp;nbsp; His job is to make his mom laugh.&amp;nbsp; He is here to teach his mom to trust.&amp;nbsp; She trusts Iggy and this used to be an issue for her.&amp;nbsp; Iggy has helped his mother to heal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy told me that he has been with his&amp;nbsp;mom before...many years ago.&amp;nbsp; When I suggested this to her she felt that it was true.&amp;nbsp; What a great guy.&amp;nbsp; Wish the whole world could have an Iggy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4542702637555186052?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4542702637555186052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/been-with-my-person-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4542702637555186052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4542702637555186052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/been-with-my-person-before.html' title='Been with my person before'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNiksb5u56I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3Mp1feQaA-8/s72-c/Iggy+S+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7616712941298254534</id><published>2010-11-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:05:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNP1ry10YbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4uGQbXIocpA/s1600/Angel+Stewart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNP1ry10YbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4uGQbXIocpA/s320/Angel+Stewart.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will be back soon with more of my animal stories, but I was contacted this week by a woman whose story was so moving.&amp;nbsp; She gave me permission to share her story with you.&amp;nbsp; I believe there are no coincidences or mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy getting your emails and Facebook postings. Love hearing all the dog stories. I have a wonderful dog story about my toy poodle Angel. She showed up in my life (with that name!) August 2009. My mother brought her to me from Paws and Claws Rescue in Arkansas after I had been waiting about nine months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suffering with Rheumatoid Arthritis (undiagnosed at the time) while taking care of my husband who was failing from ALS (Lou Gehrig's) and while working full time from home. I wanted a little doggie to bring joy to our lives. And then here comes Angel, bringing blessings abundant. Shortly after her entrance, my husband was proclaimed to be free of ALS, (per doctors "it's a mystery, be grateful and work hard and you may regain your mobility"); I was diagnosed and placed on medicines that really help, and our wee Angel settled perfectly into our home and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capstone info on this story is that we named our home Angelscape (1994) - "a place where Angels can escape" and wouldn't you know that we got our "escaped" Angel at last.&amp;nbsp; God certainly has a sense of humor and He takes care of all of us in such unexpected and wonderful ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7616712941298254534?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7616712941298254534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7616712941298254534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7616712941298254534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/angel.html' title='An Angel'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TNP1ry10YbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4uGQbXIocpA/s72-c/Angel+Stewart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7665624674778662746</id><published>2010-10-24T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:42:54.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis can help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TMQ1Hr8EVLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/coQbRfib8TU/s1600/Elvis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TMQ1Hr8EVLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/coQbRfib8TU/s320/Elvis.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I participated in an event that was very poorly attended this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was a bit disgruntled because they had spent a lot of money to participate.&amp;nbsp; Nothing make people grouchier than to feel like they have wasted money.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bulldog to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bulldog named Elvis is a service dog for a woman who has seizures.&amp;nbsp;Elvis will alert her if she is about to have a seizure so she can sit down.&amp;nbsp; How amazing is this?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis wore his University of Auburn shirt yesterday and when people saw him their cranky faces changed to smiles.&amp;nbsp; Nothing makes people feel better than an animal's perfect spirit.&amp;nbsp; Of course I talked to Elvis and he told me a few things.&amp;nbsp; He told me he was hungry and tired and wanted to go home on Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He takes his job seriously and loves doing it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday he&amp;nbsp;told me that his mom &lt;em&gt;never stops talking&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; After visiting briefly with her I could understand his viewpoint.&amp;nbsp; I gave him a massage using a technique I know called TTouch.&amp;nbsp; He thought is was heavenly.&amp;nbsp;The honor was mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7665624674778662746?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7665624674778662746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/elvis-can-help.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7665624674778662746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7665624674778662746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/elvis-can-help.html' title='Elvis can help!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TMQ1Hr8EVLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/coQbRfib8TU/s72-c/Elvis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3387800704417524949</id><published>2010-10-09T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:44:38.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inky Dinky Parlez Vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TLD4a17w0LI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QWm3fr5fYms/s1600/amber+kenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TLD4a17w0LI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QWm3fr5fYms/s320/amber+kenny.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amber left the earth last November and her mom felt like it would help her if I tried to communicate with her.&amp;nbsp; Amber was from the state of California.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I 'heard' when I tapped into her energy was the song Inky Dinky Parlez Vous.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I wrote it down.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if my client thinks I'm crazy or not.&amp;nbsp; I asked her who met her when she passed and she told me Grandfather Kenny , Suzanne and Clark Gable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amber told me that she &lt;span style="color: #c00000; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;came to teach her Mom how to love and she learned how lovable she is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When my heart stopped hers took on my energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A few days later I heard from her Mom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Thank you so much for the wonderful reading with Amber!&amp;nbsp; I cried but in a good way.&amp;nbsp; I had a little pet name for her.&amp;nbsp; Amber Dinkis.&amp;nbsp; I would sing the 'Inky-Dinky' song to her but change the words to include her name.&amp;nbsp; She is right about my heart break of letting her go.&amp;nbsp; It was very hard to do.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite sure about the 'Clark Gable' connection, but that could be something she experienced before our relationship together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am not at all surprised that my father (Grandfather Kenny) and my grandmother (Suzanne) met her upon her passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I took her to the vet to put her down, after she expired, I bent down to kiss her head goodbye and she exhaled, Loudly!!&amp;nbsp; Not only was I startled but there was a force that pushed me backwards.&amp;nbsp; Now I know that was when her heart energy went into mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I really feel my grieving for her has been tremendously relieved by this wonderful communication.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your sensitive insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This will keep me on my path for a while longer.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, Amber!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3387800704417524949?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3387800704417524949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/inky-dinky-parlez-vous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3387800704417524949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3387800704417524949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/inky-dinky-parlez-vous.html' title='Inky Dinky Parlez Vous'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TLD4a17w0LI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QWm3fr5fYms/s72-c/amber+kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1354289556101235312</id><published>2010-10-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:17:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question to Circles within Circles.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKoLfw7bVZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/If8gZyC7TK4/s1600/WS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKoLfw7bVZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/If8gZyC7TK4/s320/WS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will ask a question on the website Circles within Circles.&amp;nbsp; The following is one that I posted about a month ago ~ This past year I have started communicating with animals. I’m an astrologer, coach and dowser. However, communicating with animals just makes my heart sing. Sometimes I question if the information I am receiving is really coming from the animal that I am either talking to remotely or in person. However, I trust what comes to me and always tell the owners everything I hear/intuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you is: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Am I really receiving this information from the animal?&lt;/span&gt; And have all the other things (feng shui, astrology and dowsing) led me to this new work that I am doing? &lt;br /&gt;Their Answer ~ You have led you to this new work, dearest. These are the things on your path. They are wonderful things that have given you courage to be who you are. Trust in that that you be, energies and ways that you could mould and move them. But darling, you’ve been talking to animals since you were just a tiny thing. This is nothing new, just that you have more confidence in yourself now to speak of it. Yes, you are hearing exactly what they are speaking. It is hard for them to translate into your language but it isn’t really a language–you feel that you see and know what they are saying. You are doing very well, my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1354289556101235312?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1354289556101235312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-to-circles-within-circlescom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1354289556101235312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1354289556101235312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-to-circles-within-circlescom.html' title='A Question to Circles within Circles.com'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKoLfw7bVZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/If8gZyC7TK4/s72-c/WS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4000569388685131329</id><published>2010-10-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:16:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pug Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKnSnB-SulI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bk-U8OlZPZY/s1600/Georgia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKnSnB-SulI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bk-U8OlZPZY/s200/Georgia.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKnQ_pU2jEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6e4IHHRC6CI/s1600/pug+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKnQ_pU2jEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6e4IHHRC6CI/s200/pug+003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;King General &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;This weekend I was invited to do animal communication at Puggerfest, an event sponsored by Homeward Bound Pug Rescue in Oklahoma City.&amp;nbsp; The King was crowned and his name is General Lawrence.&amp;nbsp; Georgia&amp;nbsp; is up for adoption.&amp;nbsp; Pugs are amazing dogs.&amp;nbsp; They are so lovable that you may want to give them a kiss.&amp;nbsp; You might think that they look sad, but I promise you that they are filled with joy inside.&amp;nbsp; Don't let that face deceive you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I discovered this weekend after communicating with several Pugs is that they are very grateful and want their owners to love themselves as much as they love their Pug.&amp;nbsp; Go to the adoption list at &lt;a href="http://www.homewardboundpugs.com/"&gt;http://www.homewardboundpugs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and see if you might like to adopt or foster a Pug.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you will be disappointed.&amp;nbsp; Sigh...pug love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4000569388685131329?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4000569388685131329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/pug-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4000569388685131329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4000569388685131329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/10/pug-love.html' title='Pug Love'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TKnSnB-SulI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bk-U8OlZPZY/s72-c/Georgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6516979670752890789</id><published>2010-09-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:32:05.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squabbling Kitty Cats no more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJ1CveSqjfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JlPkhGtidKE/s1600/leo+n+nani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJ1CveSqjfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JlPkhGtidKE/s320/leo+n+nani.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are Leo and Nani again.&amp;nbsp; Does a picture say a thousand words?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will add bliss, love, contentment and purrrrrrfect!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6516979670752890789?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6516979670752890789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/squabbling-kitty-cats-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6516979670752890789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6516979670752890789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/squabbling-kitty-cats-no-more.html' title='Squabbling Kitty Cats no more....'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJ1CveSqjfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JlPkhGtidKE/s72-c/leo+n+nani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3498026150365559274</id><published>2010-09-22T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:22:17.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squabbling Kitty Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJoqpPFSHKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y8_a2oL0Bxc/s1600/Leo+and+Nani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJoqpPFSHKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y8_a2oL0Bxc/s320/Leo+and+Nani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Leo and Nani.&amp;nbsp; Their mother contacted me because they seemed to be fighting all the time.&amp;nbsp; There were two sides to this story, so I will share what they told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani was feeling sad.&amp;nbsp; She told me that she loved Leo but that he aggravated her.&amp;nbsp; One of the most important things that she stressed with me is that she didn't like a cleaner that her mother was using.&amp;nbsp; I could not tell if it was&amp;nbsp;a person&amp;nbsp;who was cleaning or a type of cleaning product.&amp;nbsp; Either of these things could cause a change in personality in a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo told me he was wishing his mother was at home more.&amp;nbsp; He was feeling lonely.&amp;nbsp; He told me that his job was to entertain Nani but she was so distant and grumpy.&amp;nbsp; I asked Leo why they were fighting and he told me it was to get attention from their mother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did healing work on both cats to help them to feel more at ease.&amp;nbsp; After sharing the communication with their mom she realized that she did need to spend more time with them.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks later she reported to me that they were doing much better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that cats are aloof and don't need a lot of attention.&amp;nbsp; It is my experience that even if a cat acts aloof it still loves attention and human companionship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3498026150365559274?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3498026150365559274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/squabbling-kitty-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3498026150365559274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3498026150365559274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/squabbling-kitty-cats.html' title='Squabbling Kitty Cats'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJoqpPFSHKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y8_a2oL0Bxc/s72-c/Leo+and+Nani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1996920464298316268</id><published>2010-09-19T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:20:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon please!</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJZ975S7VCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/j15DLdatfHU/s1600/Molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJZ975S7VCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/j15DLdatfHU/s200/Molly.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my sister Cyndi's&amp;nbsp;dog, Molly, what a great face for this blog post!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The very first time I practiced focused animal communication was about five years ago.&amp;nbsp; The dog belonged to an acquaintance of mine, but I didn't know him.&amp;nbsp; I don't even remember his name.&amp;nbsp; Taking a deep breath I looked at the pup and said, what do you want to tell me.&amp;nbsp; The dog said, "I want bacon for breakfast."&amp;nbsp;It was crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked up to his owner and said, "Do you eat bacon?"&amp;nbsp; She told me that every Sunday morning she makes bacon for her husband and two sons.&amp;nbsp; I told her that it would really make her dog happy if she would share some with him.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever seen a dog smile?&amp;nbsp; I did that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1996920464298316268?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1996920464298316268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/bacon-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1996920464298316268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1996920464298316268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/bacon-please.html' title='Bacon please!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJZ975S7VCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/j15DLdatfHU/s72-c/Molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2306331227633982615</id><published>2010-09-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:44:20.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extraordinary Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJJtdQZWaeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/44qZ91pxTYo/s1600/float+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJJtdQZWaeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/44qZ91pxTYo/s320/float+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few days ago&amp;nbsp;my granddaughter, Lauren, came to visit. She wanted to create a float. After putting on my thinking cap I turned a basket upside down on a tricycle. Then we picked some hydrangeas and gathered other fancy decorations to make it fancy. Simon, our cat, watched closely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Lauren have history.&amp;nbsp; We adopted him from Lauren's parents before she was born.&amp;nbsp; He is very patient with Lauren who carries him around like a rag doll.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I often communicate with Simon how grateful I am that he&amp;nbsp;is so good with Lauren.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Simon&amp;nbsp;tells me&amp;nbsp;that he knew Lauren before she was ever born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJJzHgl24dI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cBD8U69XiNg/s1600/float+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJJzHgl24dI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cBD8U69XiNg/s200/float+022.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, once we got into action I asked Simon if he would like to ride on the float.&amp;nbsp; He seemed thrilled to be the star of the parade.&amp;nbsp; We wheeled him up and down the driveway.&amp;nbsp; He loved being the center of attention, but then that is his personality.&amp;nbsp; He is one extraordinary cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of the finished float with Lauren and Lily, my granddog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2306331227633982615?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2306331227633982615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/extraordinary-cat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2306331227633982615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2306331227633982615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/extraordinary-cat.html' title='An Extraordinary Cat'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TJJtdQZWaeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/44qZ91pxTYo/s72-c/float+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3676380791580133782</id><published>2010-09-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:19:31.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassie - So Afraid of Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TI__k9GgFtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KDgHAoIy7WM/s1600/Cassie+Basnett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TI__k9GgFtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KDgHAoIy7WM/s320/Cassie+Basnett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cassie was a little bit shy, but she said she would talk to me.&amp;nbsp; Her mom's greatest concern was that Cassie is horribly afraid of thunderstorms.&amp;nbsp; This is a common problem with many dogs.&amp;nbsp; Cassie told me that she is not scared of storms, but that the currents in a storm seem to go right&amp;nbsp;through her body.&amp;nbsp; She said it makes her feel really strange.&amp;nbsp; I often wonder if it has to do with the electromagnetics of a storm.&amp;nbsp; I sent in my healing fairy guide in the hopes that she would help to reset whatever it is in Cassie that makes her feel so strange.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Her mom also told me that Cassie jumps up on people and it really hurts.&amp;nbsp; I told Cassie about her mother's concern about her jumping up.&amp;nbsp; She is grateful her parents are so patient with her.&amp;nbsp; She told me her favorite food was chicken - the real thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few days later Cassie's mom called me to say the day I communicated with her that she did not jump up when she got home.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, Cassie got up on the counter and took the remains of a roasted chicken and ate the whole thing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks after my communication with Cassie I met her in person.&amp;nbsp; She is a beautiful girl...inside and out.&amp;nbsp; I hope she is doing better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3676380791580133782?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3676380791580133782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/cassie-so-afraid-of-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3676380791580133782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3676380791580133782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/cassie-so-afraid-of-thunder.html' title='Cassie - So Afraid of Thunder'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TI__k9GgFtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KDgHAoIy7WM/s72-c/Cassie+Basnett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6820177061917236730</id><published>2010-09-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:50:30.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches - A Love Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIpDN23v3CI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LCqvhcoLAv0/s1600/Peachy+Haughn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIpDN23v3CI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LCqvhcoLAv0/s320/Peachy+Haughn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I asked Peachy if he had any pain he told me that the top of my back nearer to my head is quite sensitive.&amp;nbsp; He says he freaks out when he gets his nails clipped because he has been hurt before having this done.&amp;nbsp; His mom wanted me to reassure him that she would not hurt him.&amp;nbsp; He shared with me that he is the smartest of his cat family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Peaches if he had anything he wanted to tell his person he said, "You are extraordinary. You are different from so many other humans. You love me and I love you. We have a bond like no other".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is some of what his mom had to say...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Any doubts I may have had about you are gone. Peaches and I have a bond that is like nothing I have ever had with another animal. (My love of cats started 40 years ago when I used to steal the neighbor's cats and cart them home in my bicycle basket) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place on his back that is sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches is not smart at all but I always tell him him "you are such a smart boy" because I don't want him to have an inferiority complex. He must believe what I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of your communications with him was very accurate but there were a couple that I think are off. They may be accurate from Peaches viewpoint, though.&amp;nbsp; Peaches is a neutered boy but I assume sex is not always clear for you. He is a "sissy" so maybe he was giving you girl vibes.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would let you know how accurate you were with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6820177061917236730?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6820177061917236730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/peaches-love-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6820177061917236730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6820177061917236730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/peaches-love-connection.html' title='Peaches - A Love Connection'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIpDN23v3CI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LCqvhcoLAv0/s72-c/Peachy+Haughn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3901189213660662360</id><published>2010-09-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:55:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weenie - A Story of Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIavMQVD6EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/esrJfDoLhAo/s1600/background.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIavMQVD6EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/esrJfDoLhAo/s320/background.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One Monday&amp;nbsp;morning in&amp;nbsp;April 2007 my beloved cat, Stella, disappeared. We were getting ready to move out&amp;nbsp;of the city to a home on an acre of land.&amp;nbsp; I came to believe that Stella didn't want to move. &amp;nbsp; She was the most amazing cat.&amp;nbsp; Stella was quirky too.&amp;nbsp; She loved ham, did tricks if we snapped our fingers and would actually hug me when I held her.&amp;nbsp; Stella tolerated her two brothers, Simon and McCavity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did everything I could do to find her.&amp;nbsp; What I felt in my heart was that she was taken by the garbage men.&amp;nbsp; We had placed many items that we did not want to move the night before.&amp;nbsp; Stella accidentally got out (and she did not like &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;) and was hiding in the things at the curb.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The whole family was heartbroken and I couldn't speak about Stella without being tearful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The following October my friend, Carolyn, and I were walking on a very windy&amp;nbsp;day in my new neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I began to hear something in the woods and it just got louder.&amp;nbsp; It was meowing.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly out from the undergrowth a calico kitten emerged.&amp;nbsp; She ran straight up my leg and into my arms.&amp;nbsp; Carolyn remarked that this was my Stella.&amp;nbsp; How could it be?&amp;nbsp; This cat was perfectly happy for me to carry her a mile home wrapped in my tee shirt.&amp;nbsp; We took her photo and made fliers.&amp;nbsp; Nobody called.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;kitten&amp;nbsp;was about&amp;nbsp;five months old and it had been about&amp;nbsp;six since Stella's disappearance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I named her Weenie because she was orange and black and it was nearly HalloWEEN.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As it turns out Weenie it very much&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;my&lt;/em&gt; cat.&amp;nbsp; She is very quirky, likes ham and runs to the other end of the house if the garbage man or any strange man comes near the house.&amp;nbsp; Weenie only tolerates her two brothers, Simon and McCavity.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't do tricks but she does flop over on her back when I sing to her.&amp;nbsp; Guess who else used to do the same thing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do believe that the souls of our animals will find their way back to us if it is meant to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3901189213660662360?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3901189213660662360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/weenie-story-of-reincarnation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3901189213660662360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3901189213660662360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/weenie-story-of-reincarnation.html' title='Weenie - A Story of Reincarnation'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIavMQVD6EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/esrJfDoLhAo/s72-c/background.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-379215625974134448</id><published>2010-09-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:37:08.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A call from Tibet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIGT-YMM34I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TEAmppZrtYY/s1600/Tibet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIGT-YMM34I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TEAmppZrtYY/s200/Tibet.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last winter&amp;nbsp;a call came in from a ‘private caller'.&amp;nbsp; Usually I do not answer these calls because they often phone spam.&amp;nbsp; For some reason I decided to answer this call.&amp;nbsp; The caller asked if I did energy healing. I was leery, but told him yes.&amp;nbsp; I could tell that it was an international call because of a subtle delay in the transmission.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I saw auras, or what type of healing did I do?&amp;nbsp; I became really suspicious then and asked for more information about him.&amp;nbsp; He told me&amp;nbsp;his name was&amp;nbsp;Pradush and&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;lived in Tibet.&amp;nbsp; My phone number had come to him&amp;nbsp;two times in meditation and he felt it was important to contact me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he didn't want anything.&amp;nbsp; He just wanted to tell me that I was doing&amp;nbsp;good work for the world&amp;nbsp;and that this year was going to be a transformational year for me.&amp;nbsp; Was he talking about the animal communication I'm now doing?&amp;nbsp; I wonder?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be eternally grateful for that mysterious call that came late one evening last winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-379215625974134448?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/379215625974134448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-from-tibet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/379215625974134448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/379215625974134448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-from-tibet.html' title='A call from Tibet'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIGT-YMM34I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TEAmppZrtYY/s72-c/Tibet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1997496538083330776</id><published>2010-09-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:58:57.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl named Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEL0PaRD8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/5-AlpMzs6DI/s1600/Bob+Seay.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEL0PaRD8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/5-AlpMzs6DI/s320/Bob+Seay.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bob was the last animal I spoke to on my visit to Wu-Wei Farm.&amp;nbsp; She gets a blog that is totally dedicated to her.&amp;nbsp; She patiently waited her turn but several times she made it known that she really wanted to communicate with me.&amp;nbsp; Bob is quite old.&amp;nbsp; She walks with a limp due to a broken hip.&amp;nbsp; Her sight and hearing isn't great either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first thing Bob told me is, "They think I don't have all my senses, but they are better now than they have ever been.&amp;nbsp; You know why?&amp;nbsp; I'm closer to heaven now."&amp;nbsp; She told me that her parents would know when it was time to go, but not yet.&amp;nbsp; She has it too good right where she is.&amp;nbsp; She would like some ice cream.&amp;nbsp; She is here to teach her dad to appreciate the cycles of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And..."Oh, sorry about peeing on the floor."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1997496538083330776?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1997496538083330776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-named-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1997496538083330776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1997496538083330776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-named-bob.html' title='A Girl named Bob'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEL0PaRD8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/5-AlpMzs6DI/s72-c/Bob+Seay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4051252121188900659</id><published>2010-09-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:46:32.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Wu-Wei Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEHZhukyAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8xWx6WL5AIY/s1600/Inez+Seay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEHZhukyAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8xWx6WL5AIY/s320/Inez+Seay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had the opportunity to visit a farm outside of Mannford, Oklahoma.&amp;nbsp; I met the owner on Facebook and felt like I had always known him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One day I commented on his dog, Inez's photo on Facebook.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is how the visit to the farm was born.&amp;nbsp; Inez is one of three rescued dogs.&amp;nbsp; She is really happy that her dad is doing the &lt;em&gt;meat thing&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Her dad told me that he had recently started making sausage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently before she was rescued a bully restrained her.&amp;nbsp; She gets very nervous if someone tries to hold her too closely.&amp;nbsp; Inez told me that she will never let this happen again.&amp;nbsp; Inez knows how to establish healthy boundaries.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She also has a very strong sense people with whom she is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEHK_k3QxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Nn1tgARdzKA/s1600/animals+and+C+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEHK_k3QxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Nn1tgARdzKA/s320/animals+and+C+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not only did I talk to Inez but also visited with several other interesting characters.&amp;nbsp; I met four horses, but the horse named George is the one who paid special attention to me.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I heard him say was, "I'm the needy one."&amp;nbsp; I laughed and turned my back to him.&amp;nbsp; This resulted in George giving me a massage with his muzzle starting at my calves and working right up to the top of the my head.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, George, for the gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4051252121188900659?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4051252121188900659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/visit-to-wu-wei-farm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4051252121188900659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4051252121188900659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/09/visit-to-wu-wei-farm.html' title='A Visit to Wu-Wei Farm'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TIEHZhukyAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8xWx6WL5AIY/s72-c/Inez+Seay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1900016105363644903</id><published>2010-08-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:34:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalysts for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THvobmBy1GI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CLSaKCswF20/s1600/Barkley+Patterson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THvobmBy1GI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CLSaKCswF20/s320/Barkley+Patterson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THvojfXbpGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/clbUxurW9_M/s1600/Gracie+Patterson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THvojfXbpGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/clbUxurW9_M/s320/Gracie+Patterson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Barkley and Gracie.&amp;nbsp; They are one of the main reasons that I am now communicating with animals on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; I first met them when I went to their home to do a consultation with their mother.&amp;nbsp; At that time I could hear whispers of things they were trying to tell me.&amp;nbsp; Their dad and mom&amp;nbsp;asked to return with the intention of actually talking to them.&amp;nbsp; At the time their dad was upset because Gracie was being mean to Barkley and it was very upsetting to him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I went to visit with them Gracie met me at the door.&amp;nbsp; She said, "Here you are!"&amp;nbsp; What I discovered from this visit was that Gracie was feeling left out because her parents were paying&amp;nbsp;more attention to Barkley.&amp;nbsp; Barkley&amp;nbsp;has three legs and Gracie felt like this is the reason&amp;nbsp;they favored him.&amp;nbsp;What she said was, "It's not fair."&amp;nbsp; I heard this loud and clear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two beautiful dogs were so forthcoming with their communication that it made me decide that I needed to hone this gift that I've been given.&amp;nbsp; So today I'm writing this to say thank you to Gracie and Barkley.&amp;nbsp; You were catalysts to move me in the direction that I am now going.&amp;nbsp; Mwah!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1900016105363644903?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1900016105363644903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/catalysts-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1900016105363644903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1900016105363644903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/catalysts-for-me.html' title='Catalysts for Me'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THvobmBy1GI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CLSaKCswF20/s72-c/Barkley+Patterson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-9220127721695585411</id><published>2010-08-28T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:41:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy - Special with a Capital S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THmN-FKwz7I/AAAAAAAAATw/xcXezh29klY/s1600/Izzy+Jeffrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THmN-FKwz7I/AAAAAAAAATw/xcXezh29klY/s320/Izzy+Jeffrey.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I began the communication she asked me to use my pink pen.&amp;nbsp; Ask and it is given, Izzy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzy told me that she likes to roll around like a tumbleweed.&amp;nbsp; She has no pain, but only feels bad when she gets too hot.&amp;nbsp; Izzy wanted me to tell her mom that she needed to love herself as much as she loved her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I asked Izzy if there were anything she would like to change in her home it was that sometimes the music was too loud.&amp;nbsp; Her ears are sensitive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her mother&amp;nbsp;sent me the following.&amp;nbsp; "Thank you so much for the complimentary reading! I LOVED what Izzy had to say....some of it made me cry (in a good way)! And some of it made me laugh...like her liking pink!!!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I've prided myself for years on NOT being a pink girl, so it just stands to reason that my baby girl would be! She DOES have a pink fleece nightgown that she wears some in the winter, so it's good to know she likes it.&amp;nbsp; She also absolutely cannot take the heat, so that wasn't surprising to me. Nor was it surprising that that loud music bothers her...I can actually see it on her face, now that I know she told you that. Like I told you I'm so glad that you're using this gift now, in addition to what you already do! You're amazing." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So are you, Izzy's Mommy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-9220127721695585411?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/9220127721695585411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/izzy-special-with-capital-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/9220127721695585411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/9220127721695585411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/izzy-special-with-capital-s.html' title='Izzy - Special with a Capital S'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THmN-FKwz7I/AAAAAAAAATw/xcXezh29klY/s72-c/Izzy+Jeffrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5538688139382510344</id><published>2010-08-27T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:44:17.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grylls - Such a Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THe-UPEkGKI/AAAAAAAAATo/iUw9-QO9Fhk/s1600/Woofstock+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THe-UPEkGKI/AAAAAAAAATo/iUw9-QO9Fhk/s320/Woofstock+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I recently communicated with Grylls at Woofstock.&amp;nbsp; His mom told me that she rescued him and that he was very fearful.&amp;nbsp; When I tapped into Grylls's energy he said, "If you only knew the traumas!"&amp;nbsp; His mother shared with me that Grylls is afraid of the dark and will often just stare at the fan.&amp;nbsp; In my mind's eye I could almost &lt;em&gt;see &lt;/em&gt;some of the happenings in this dog's life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to his mother that when she starts worrying about Grylls that she replace that worry with a picture of him when he is at his happiest.&amp;nbsp; She needs to visualize him being balanced and peaceful.&amp;nbsp; When I got home I did some additional healing work on Grylls because I could feel his tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I received a phone call from Grylls's mom.&amp;nbsp; She shared with me that since Woofstock she had a different dog.&amp;nbsp; He would come and greet her and the door.&amp;nbsp; Grylls was even being playful with her!&amp;nbsp; What wonderful news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I hung up I thanked my wonderful God and all my guides, angels and helpers&amp;nbsp;for this amazing gift.&amp;nbsp; It just doesn't get any better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5538688139382510344?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5538688139382510344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/grylls-such-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5538688139382510344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5538688139382510344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/grylls-such-gift.html' title='Grylls - Such a Gift'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THe-UPEkGKI/AAAAAAAAATo/iUw9-QO9Fhk/s72-c/Woofstock+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6713665696327048930</id><published>2010-08-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:55:04.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Plays Tricks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THabL0rF1uI/AAAAAAAAATg/QmmT_-wZjp8/s1600/Bella+Saunders.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THabL0rF1uI/AAAAAAAAATg/QmmT_-wZjp8/s200/Bella+Saunders.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spoke to Bella a few months ago and when I asked her if there was anything she wanted to tell me she told me a secret. Whenever her mom can't find something it's because Bella has hidden it and she thinks it's hilarious! She gave me a hint...backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Bella if she would like to talk to me she said, "I think you would like to talk to me more than I would like to talk to you!"&amp;nbsp; The girl is honest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella says that she and her siblings are the center of her mom's universe and that her dad goes along with it.&amp;nbsp; She told her mom that she has the best heart of anyone she has ever known.&amp;nbsp; (I agree Bella!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's communication was a gift to her mom for her birthday.&amp;nbsp; What goes around comes around, right Bella?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6713665696327048930?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6713665696327048930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/bella-plays-tricks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6713665696327048930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6713665696327048930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/bella-plays-tricks.html' title='Bella Plays Tricks!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THabL0rF1uI/AAAAAAAAATg/QmmT_-wZjp8/s72-c/Bella+Saunders.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5869207737764567091</id><published>2010-08-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:41:22.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango and Coconut</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THW1Zm8_7mI/AAAAAAAAATY/xgJTe0OcvC4/s1600/Mango+and+Coconut+Ng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THW1Zm8_7mI/AAAAAAAAATY/xgJTe0OcvC4/s320/Mango+and+Coconut+Ng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mango and Coconut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;These California angels were rescued.&amp;nbsp; Coconut said she was on 'death row' when her mom came in and saved her.&amp;nbsp; She says she pees sometimes when she gets nervous.&amp;nbsp; She also pees on her dad's clothes if he bugs mom!&amp;nbsp; This baby pees with intention!!&amp;nbsp; She loves her Mango saying they are soul sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango was second in my communication and she impatiently said, "I wondered when it was going to be my turn!"&amp;nbsp; She told her mom that she was amazing because she gets through anything.&amp;nbsp; (Her mom is a cancer survivor.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango&amp;nbsp;told me that her first owner dropped her off in the street because&amp;nbsp;she &lt;em&gt;couldn’t afford me and I was too much trouble&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;understand now because she has it made in her new home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango makes Coco laugh and says she is really funny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When Mango rides in the car she feels more secure sitting in&amp;nbsp;a lap.&amp;nbsp; Who rescued whom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5869207737764567091?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5869207737764567091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/mango-and-coconut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5869207737764567091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5869207737764567091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/mango-and-coconut.html' title='Mango and Coconut'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THW1Zm8_7mI/AAAAAAAAATY/xgJTe0OcvC4/s72-c/Mango+and+Coconut+Ng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4085563026708944173</id><published>2010-08-24T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:40:21.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Kitty Duncan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THR0csVlu6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/U1UrTeDXUeU/s1600/k1651790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THR0csVlu6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/U1UrTeDXUeU/s320/k1651790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I communicated with Duncan because of one my close friends.&amp;nbsp; He was posted on the Oklahoma City Craigslist in the Lost section and my friend wanted to know if I could pick up anything about him.&amp;nbsp; He belonged to a friend of hers.&amp;nbsp; When I opened up the photo I immediately felt like Duncan was no longer with us, but I continued with my communication.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Duncan wasn't hungry or thirsty.&amp;nbsp; He was floating.&amp;nbsp; What he told me was that it was time for him to go.&amp;nbsp; I intuited that he had&amp;nbsp;kidney dysfunction.&amp;nbsp; Often a cat will go away to make his transition.&amp;nbsp; He asked me to tell his&amp;nbsp;owner that he went fast and that he was with Jeff, his owner's dear friend who had also recently died.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He said, "Please don't be sad, but I know you will be.&amp;nbsp; Go quickly and get another kitty!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;His mother went out and got another kitty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I believe that Duncan communicated with new kitty about his going missing and how sad his mother was.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;New kitty&amp;nbsp;has slept on her head every night since she got him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4085563026708944173?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4085563026708944173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-kitty-duncan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4085563026708944173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4085563026708944173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-kitty-duncan.html' title='Lost Kitty Duncan'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THR0csVlu6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/U1UrTeDXUeU/s72-c/k1651790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1261037038802777509</id><published>2010-08-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:23:59.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster hates Storms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THLKRknZ75I/AAAAAAAAATA/rhSQIpyVdpc/s1600/Woofstock+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THLKRknZ75I/AAAAAAAAATA/rhSQIpyVdpc/s320/Woofstock+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met Buster on Saturday at Woofstock.&amp;nbsp; He freaks out when it storms.&amp;nbsp; Not to easy if you live in Oklahoma!!&amp;nbsp; Buster told me that storms felt like electricity running through his body.&amp;nbsp; He also wanted to let his mom know that he is the peacemaker and he is first!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster's mom emailed me today and said, "I gotta tell you, Buster must have enjoyed talking to you. When we got home, I was leaning against the back of a chair in the living room and he jumped up on the chair and licked my face, then he got back down. Buster is RARELY affectionate and too lazy to ever actually get up on something to show affection. So, my only guess is that he was happy that he got to get out and talk to someone who could hear him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the validation, Buster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1261037038802777509?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1261037038802777509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/buster-hates-storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1261037038802777509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1261037038802777509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/buster-hates-storms.html' title='Buster hates Storms!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THLKRknZ75I/AAAAAAAAATA/rhSQIpyVdpc/s72-c/Woofstock+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3998320818147524144</id><published>2010-08-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:48:57.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THBlX3dVMSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XzPUemcNDoU/s1600/Woofstock+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THBlX3dVMSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XzPUemcNDoU/s320/Woofstock+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sam available through Tulsa Boxer Rescue.&amp;nbsp; He told me that his name was Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;He's a well-trained and beautiful young guy who needs a loving home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I communicated with animals from 10-2 today to support Woofstock, put on by the Oklahoma Alliance for Animals.&amp;nbsp; Meeting all the interesting pets and their owners was amazing.&amp;nbsp; Wish you could have heard some of their stories.&amp;nbsp; I will be blogging some of them soon.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalallianceok.org/"&gt;http://www.animalallianceok.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website.&amp;nbsp; Make a donation if you are feeling generous.&amp;nbsp; You will receive many thanks in Woofs and Meows!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3998320818147524144?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3998320818147524144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3998320818147524144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3998320818147524144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/THBlX3dVMSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XzPUemcNDoU/s72-c/Woofstock+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-90892601943168557</id><published>2010-08-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:43:57.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was named after Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG8emKAX3nI/AAAAAAAAASw/rHjejUfqIR0/s1600/Vincent..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG8emKAX3nI/AAAAAAAAASw/rHjejUfqIR0/s320/Vincent..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I first met Vincent at his home out in the country.&amp;nbsp; I took his photograph and then his mom requested that I communicate with him.&amp;nbsp; Before I picked up his photo I heard him say, "I was named after Vincent Van Gogh, you know!"&amp;nbsp; Part of Vincent's ear is missing but I had not put two + two together.&amp;nbsp; (I'm a little slow sometimes.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent was adopted by his wonderful parents and he is so grateful.&amp;nbsp; This came through loud and clear in the communication.&amp;nbsp; He said things like...&lt;em&gt;I have it made you know...You changed my life...You saved my life...I owe you my life.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;/em&gt;This brought a few tears.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Vincent if he had a job he said, "Watchdog, lover, smile giver and Happy Camper.&amp;nbsp; I also asked Vincent what happened to him in the past.&amp;nbsp; He said, "I was a victim of child abuse. You don’t need to know all the details. It is part of my past and it’s the PAST." (very adamantly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, Vincent has it made now.&amp;nbsp; We all dream of a happy ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-90892601943168557?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/90892601943168557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-named-after-van-gogh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/90892601943168557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/90892601943168557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-named-after-van-gogh.html' title='I was named after Van Gogh'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG8emKAX3nI/AAAAAAAAASw/rHjejUfqIR0/s72-c/Vincent..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1630386306936705937</id><published>2010-08-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:13:04.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog Named Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG2cguPui8I/AAAAAAAAASo/jwGWT-2zkQI/s1600/Friday+Grubb+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG2cguPui8I/AAAAAAAAASo/jwGWT-2zkQI/s320/Friday+Grubb+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday lives in South Texas.&amp;nbsp; Her mom contacted me because she wanted to find out about his limp.&amp;nbsp; They have taken him to the vet and&amp;nbsp;the chiropractor.&amp;nbsp; When I introduced myself to Friday he said he would talk to me as long as I didn't want to prod and pry on him.&amp;nbsp; I went into detail about what I was going to do.&amp;nbsp; He was a little bit suspicious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday didn't want his parents to worry about him.&amp;nbsp; The reason he is here is for his mother.&amp;nbsp; His purpose is to teach her to be fearless and to let go.&amp;nbsp; He says he limps more if his mom worries about him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the cool floor in their home.&amp;nbsp; He also would love some bacon!&amp;nbsp; His favorite thing to do is to play frisbee and his mom told me that there was one on top of the refrigerator that they haven't played with in a while (due to the limp).&amp;nbsp; I suggested she&amp;nbsp;put it down&amp;nbsp;with him to encourage faster healing.&amp;nbsp; I also did some healing work on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Haven't heard if it is working.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope so.&amp;nbsp; Friday is a dog that the whole world would love to hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1630386306936705937?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1630386306936705937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/dog-named-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1630386306936705937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1630386306936705937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/dog-named-friday.html' title='A Dog Named Friday'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TG2cguPui8I/AAAAAAAAASo/jwGWT-2zkQI/s72-c/Friday+Grubb+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7030941294576811421</id><published>2010-08-19T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:47:16.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella is a Trick Player</title><content type='html'>I spoke to Bella a few months ago and when I asked her if there was anything she wanted to tell me she told me a secret.&amp;nbsp; Whenever her mom can't find&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;it's because Bella has hidden it and she thinks it's hilarious!&amp;nbsp; She gave me a hint...backyard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7030941294576811421?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7030941294576811421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7030941294576811421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7030941294576811421'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4562427053312218444</id><published>2010-08-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:27:13.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane from Arkansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGxTNV8lovI/AAAAAAAAASk/-TJZx1e-ChE/s1600/Yellow+lab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGxTNV8lovI/AAAAAAAAASk/-TJZx1e-ChE/s200/Yellow+lab.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I drove to Mountain Home, Arkansas last weekend to see my soul sister, Beth.&amp;nbsp; There's a country store not far from their ranch in the Ozarks.&amp;nbsp; We stopped in to buy a lotto ticket (one of our rituals)&amp;nbsp;and laying on the counter was a photo of a dog named Diane who was missing.&amp;nbsp; I told the lady who owned the store that I was an animal communicator and that I would try to see if I could find out anything about this missing dog.&amp;nbsp; She looked at me a little strangely but said, "Of course!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found my 'still point' to tap into the energy of Diane my heart felt as though it were jumping around in my chest.&amp;nbsp; Then I heard, "It bit me and my heart stopped".&amp;nbsp; I couldn't see a snake in my mind's eye, but it is the first thing I thought of, so I trusted it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the store and I&amp;nbsp;left my findings along with my card.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I always hope I'm wrong with a missing animal, but perhaps&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;can give&amp;nbsp;the owner some answers and someday some peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&amp;nbsp;bless you, Diane, wherever you are.&amp;nbsp; I know you gave your family much&amp;nbsp;unconditional love.&amp;nbsp; And if you are still out there please go home!!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4562427053312218444?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4562427053312218444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/diane-from-arkansas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4562427053312218444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4562427053312218444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/diane-from-arkansas.html' title='Diane from Arkansas'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGxTNV8lovI/AAAAAAAAASk/-TJZx1e-ChE/s72-c/Yellow+lab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-298581534398338105</id><published>2010-08-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:44:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie or Mischa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGq7fJvgWMI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZF510CEdUk/s1600/Sadie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGq7fJvgWMI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZF510CEdUk/s320/Sadie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I began my communication with Sadie she told me that her name was Mischa.&amp;nbsp; She found her dad and has given him such great joy.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite thing to do is play with her toys - especially her mouse.&amp;nbsp; Her dad validated this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is here to make her dad have more fun.&amp;nbsp; Lovely!&amp;nbsp; I know her dad and they are lucky to have found each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-298581534398338105?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/298581534398338105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/sadie-or-mischa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/298581534398338105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/298581534398338105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/sadie-or-mischa.html' title='Sadie or Mischa?'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGq7fJvgWMI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZF510CEdUk/s72-c/Sadie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4860549557500508204</id><published>2010-08-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:34:31.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Loves Women...smart boy!</title><content type='html'>Jersey's mom was worried about him.&amp;nbsp; He witnessed his sibling's death.&amp;nbsp; The main thing that Jersey wanted me to tell&amp;nbsp; his mom was not to worry so much.&amp;nbsp; He feels her pain when she gets emotional.&amp;nbsp; As far as seeing his sibling die, he said he was at peace about it and&amp;nbsp;he were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jersey loves women.&amp;nbsp; He has a new sister puppy named Ava. &amp;nbsp;I recently asked Jersey to be sweeter with her.&amp;nbsp; He knew she was coming and told his mom that he wouldn't be happy about it, but that Ava would bring new energy to their home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGloCPBnJcI/AAAAAAAAASU/L5tcaUsQwyE/s1600/Jersey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGloCPBnJcI/AAAAAAAAASU/L5tcaUsQwyE/s320/Jersey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday his mom emailed me that Jersey has been doing much better.&amp;nbsp; Good for you, Jersey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4860549557500508204?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4860549557500508204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/jersey-loves-womensmart-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4860549557500508204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4860549557500508204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/jersey-loves-womensmart-boy.html' title='Jersey Loves Women...smart boy!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGloCPBnJcI/AAAAAAAAASU/L5tcaUsQwyE/s72-c/Jersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6287958755660781420</id><published>2010-08-15T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:29:03.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Life like a loose garment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGiUSQjqjMI/AAAAAAAAASM/bRY_88QMzWw/s1600/gracie+f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGiUSQjqjMI/AAAAAAAAASM/bRY_88QMzWw/s320/gracie+f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Gracie. Her main purpose is to make her family happy. She told me that her mom puts some kind of oil on her food. (Mom confirmed that it was flaxseed oil.) Gracie thinks that being brushed is a bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I spoke to Gracie last March and recently her mom contacted me because she wasn't sure if Gracie was going potty on rugs.&amp;nbsp; This was an ongoing problem when Gracie was younger, but not lately.&amp;nbsp; I had a communication and asked her if anything was going on.&amp;nbsp; She told me that if her mom was feeling stressed it made her have accidents.&amp;nbsp; However, she had not peed on the rug that her mom was wondering about.&amp;nbsp; I stressed&amp;nbsp;how important it was that she use her pads and never the rugs!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I received this email from Gracie's mother today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I knew you’d be interested in knowing that Gracie got out of (our) bed last night at least 2x to pee on the potty pads (including #2, which she usually waits for outside trip). This was a very good sign. &lt;/div&gt;Also, before I left the house this morning she kicked up her leg in similar fashion as she’d done on the red rug – and all she was doing was scratching herself. I felt that she wanted me to know that that was what she had been doing. This time she was on the tile floor so I wasn’t so suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s really such a sweet baby and I am glad we are now are good terms and understand each other better. And I am much more conscious of how important it is for me to stay calm and centered.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again for your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our animals are a gentle reminder to try to stay in the moment and wear life like a loose garment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6287958755660781420?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6287958755660781420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-gracie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6287958755660781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6287958755660781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-gracie.html' title='Wear Life like a loose garment!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGiUSQjqjMI/AAAAAAAAASM/bRY_88QMzWw/s72-c/gracie+f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1537072955694082603</id><published>2010-08-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:12:23.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Throat Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGSaB3jjdSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ej75IJt197k/s1600/Baby+Zeigler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGSaB3jjdSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ej75IJt197k/s320/Baby+Zeigler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can hear all of you sigh and smile when you look at this picture.&amp;nbsp; A few significant things were discovered when I communicated with Baby.&amp;nbsp; The most important finding was when I asked her if she had any pain she told me that her throat hurt.&amp;nbsp; Her mom took her to the vet and discovered that she was pulling too hard on her leash and that she needed to get a halter instead of a collar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently a crushed trachea is one of the major&amp;nbsp;causes of death in toy animals.&amp;nbsp;Baby's owner learned other very important things from her vet from this communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby told me that she liked to play with her toys if her mom played with her.&amp;nbsp; She also loves liver.&amp;nbsp; This was first time news to her mom and guess what?&amp;nbsp; Baby loves liver and plays great&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; with her toys as long as her mommy plays too.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ahh... from the mouths of pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1537072955694082603?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1537072955694082603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/babys-throat-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1537072955694082603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1537072955694082603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/babys-throat-hurt.html' title='Baby&apos;s Throat Hurt'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGSaB3jjdSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ej75IJt197k/s72-c/Baby+Zeigler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6644377270163805199</id><published>2010-08-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:46:54.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe...He's the Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGMnYkFikRI/AAAAAAAAARU/wmvLsQ3Z7-w/s1600/joey%26zuri+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGMnYkFikRI/AAAAAAAAARU/wmvLsQ3Z7-w/s320/joey%26zuri+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I spoke to Zuri in my early days of animal communication.&amp;nbsp; She was such a great validation for me.&amp;nbsp; Her mom fosters many pets.&amp;nbsp; I found out in my first communication with Zuri that she got into trouble because she took the children's food.&amp;nbsp; Uh oh!&amp;nbsp; Her mom asked me to ask Zuri who her 'person' was so I tapped in for the second time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Zuri said, "Joe, he's the man!"&amp;nbsp; I told Zuri that I didn't know Joe but she said, "Yes you do!&amp;nbsp; Everybody knows Joe."&amp;nbsp; When I relayed this information to Zuri's mom she said, "Oh, my husband, Joseph is going to be so happy that he is Zuri's person."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You could have blown me over with a feather! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6644377270163805199?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6644377270163805199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/joehes-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6644377270163805199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6644377270163805199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/joehes-man.html' title='Joe...He&apos;s the Man!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGMnYkFikRI/AAAAAAAAARU/wmvLsQ3Z7-w/s72-c/joey%26zuri+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3964673625236544789</id><published>2010-08-10T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:55:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxy Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGFOb26iOPI/AAAAAAAAARM/_UyTRI6S3zk/s1600/roxie+adams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGFOb26iOPI/AAAAAAAAARM/_UyTRI6S3zk/s200/roxie+adams.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roxy was left behind by a previous owner and her parents rescued her from the house.&amp;nbsp; In the recent months her parents have been thinking about selling their home and&amp;nbsp;were making changes to put it on the market.&amp;nbsp; Roxy started acting differently and her mom wanted me to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy told me that her house was a mess right now and that she was confused about it.&amp;nbsp; At the end of my chats I always ask if there is anything they want to say to me.&amp;nbsp; Roxy told me that she was scared with all the changes that she was going to be left behind again . It makes her so worried that&amp;nbsp;her food doesn’t work right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reassured her that she would go wherever her parents&amp;nbsp;went.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She said, "Are You sure?!?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I told her Yes, and that she already knows that I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3964673625236544789?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3964673625236544789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/roxy-adams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3964673625236544789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3964673625236544789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/roxy-adams.html' title='Roxy Adams'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGFOb26iOPI/AAAAAAAAARM/_UyTRI6S3zk/s72-c/roxie+adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-67000053091293626</id><published>2010-08-09T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:13:00.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGBf3X9HUvI/AAAAAAAAARE/7CCJenwg5ls/s1600/charli++...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGBf3X9HUvI/AAAAAAAAARE/7CCJenwg5ls/s200/charli++...jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charli is blind.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he loved the smells in the air when his mom cooked and that he really loves bacon. &amp;nbsp;He told me that he has known his mother for many lifetimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Charli if there was anything his person could do for him he asked that she not move things in the house around.&amp;nbsp; Since he is blind he likes a path that is known to him.&amp;nbsp; He feels the energy fields around the furniture and other objects in the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end my communications by asking the animal if they want to say anything to me.&amp;nbsp; Charli said, "You think I can't see, but I can!&amp;nbsp; I see your spirit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-67000053091293626?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/67000053091293626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/charli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/67000053091293626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/67000053091293626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/charli.html' title='Charli'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TGBf3X9HUvI/AAAAAAAAARE/7CCJenwg5ls/s72-c/charli++...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2570269728954240099</id><published>2010-08-08T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:24:43.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferocious Nestle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF86dlc3rjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iH6qJ8fqsf8/s1600/Nestle+Stanton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF86dlc3rjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iH6qJ8fqsf8/s320/Nestle+Stanton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I began communicating with Nestle I told her she was adorable.&amp;nbsp; She acted surprised.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I asked Nestle what was her favorite thing to do&amp;nbsp;and she&amp;nbsp;said she loved to play and act &lt;em&gt;ferocious&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ferocious - exhibiting or given to extreme fierceness and unrestrained violence and brutality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She comes from a family of four other dogs and she told me to tell her mom that she knew she was&amp;nbsp;the favorite, but she wouldn't tell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nestle, you make me smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2570269728954240099?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2570269728954240099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/ferocious-nestle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2570269728954240099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2570269728954240099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/ferocious-nestle.html' title='Ferocious Nestle'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF86dlc3rjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iH6qJ8fqsf8/s72-c/Nestle+Stanton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7699347115304219410</id><published>2010-08-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:38:34.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse Named Tess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF21f7mINII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HJbxYYqtWzw/s1600/tess.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF21f7mINII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HJbxYYqtWzw/s320/tess.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The phone rang as I was getting ready to communicate with Tess. When I finished the call Tess impatiently told me that she had been waiting to talk to me! In other words...get off the phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess is a rescued horse and her owner wanted to know more about her. Tess alluded that she has not always been treated well but she did not want to tell her mother about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she wants to 'run like the wind'. She would like to compete. She sets the pace for the other horses. Tess also loves sweets. &lt;br /&gt;When I asked Tess if there was anything she wanted to tell her owner she said, "Believe in me. I have greatness inside." I don't doubt that for a moment. Go Tess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I heard from Tess's owner who wrote, "Tess has begun to show more of her personality since you all spoke. Two weeks ago I went out to ride. I asked my girls, who wanted to go, and nobody spoke up. so I grabbed LG, and we left.&amp;nbsp; When I&amp;nbsp;was halfway down the next road,&amp;nbsp;I turned to see Tess running after us. She had jumped the fence, and ran to be with us.&amp;nbsp; It was the sweetest thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7699347115304219410?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7699347115304219410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/horse-named-tess_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7699347115304219410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7699347115304219410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/horse-named-tess_07.html' title='A Horse Named Tess'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TF21f7mINII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HJbxYYqtWzw/s72-c/tess.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4328696876011382310</id><published>2010-08-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:56:54.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost but Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFsCHdD_FLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/euo23NT5swI/s1600/ralphie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFsCHdD_FLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/euo23NT5swI/s200/ralphie.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ralphie's mother contacted me because&amp;nbsp;he had been missing since&amp;nbsp;early July.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ralphie and his mom live in Texas and she was given my information from a neighbor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tapped into Ralphie's &amp;nbsp;energy I felt like he was no longer on the earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then comes the difficult part of&amp;nbsp;telling his mother.&amp;nbsp; Sigh... I told her that I would be so happy if what I felt was incorrect.&amp;nbsp; I have great compassion for people whose pets have been lost.&amp;nbsp; There is never a concrete answer to where they have gone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like Ralphie was not well and he left so that he wouldn't hurt his family.&amp;nbsp; I've recently received an email from his mother who wrote, "Thanks so much for everything.&amp;nbsp; I've thoroughly enjoyed the newsletters. I've also tried to practice using the&amp;nbsp;golden chord you spoke with me about. I hope you realize how much you really helped me. I miss my sweetie, but I'm thinking of taking his advice."&amp;nbsp; His advice was to stop looking, worrying and to adopt another cat.&amp;nbsp; Ralphie's family has a whole lot of love to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4328696876011382310?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4328696876011382310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-but-not-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4328696876011382310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4328696876011382310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Lost but Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFsCHdD_FLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/euo23NT5swI/s72-c/ralphie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2138203583875702600</id><published>2010-08-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:02:11.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby, Lover of Soup</title><content type='html'>When I communicate with an animal I always ask it about its food.&amp;nbsp; I will write many more blogs about this, but this came in from Toby's owner this morning and it's too good to not share right now!!&amp;nbsp; Here's Toby.&amp;nbsp; He's the oldest of a three dog family.&amp;nbsp; (Hey, this means my client could have a Three Dog Night in the winter!)&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, I regress.&amp;nbsp; Read the email below from Toby's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFmvdE05-eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xcXp2OnQZik/s1600/Tobie+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFmvdE05-eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xcXp2OnQZik/s320/Tobie+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pam, I just have to share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all 3 conversations to a friend of mine right after you had talked with each of my dogs. Of course Toby's request for &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;vegetable soup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;with beef&lt;/span&gt; rallied a good laugh! Not long after she had heard this tale I happen to be at her house and she had made vegetable soup with beef. We again laughed about it and she insisted I take some home for Toby. This little old man did a jig in the kitchen when I told him Becky had given him some of this soup, he devoured his meal and has been lovingly sitting with me on the couch nightly, which is rather unusual and which I feel is a sign of gratitude. There was enough soup for him to have multiple meals and we shared it with the other two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so happy. Now I have made my own version of his vegetable soup with beef and will continue to give him his healthy meal additive!&amp;nbsp; Last night when I was making the large pot of "vegetable soup with beef", Toby laid on the kitchen floor the entire time. I can't remember a time before when he so patiently layed on the floor while I was cooking. I had told him I was making his soup you see so guess he thought it wise to watch the process!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on more about what I have noticed about my animals from the conversations you had with them, but will save it for another day. The soup story is the best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2138203583875702600?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2138203583875702600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/toby-lover-of-soup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2138203583875702600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2138203583875702600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/toby-lover-of-soup.html' title='Toby, Lover of Soup'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFmvdE05-eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xcXp2OnQZik/s72-c/Tobie+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7372106745362603120</id><published>2010-08-03T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:15:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFgV1iII4CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_uO2IVORidg/s1600/CuteDoc.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFgV1iII4CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_uO2IVORidg/s320/CuteDoc.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doc, the Hunter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Doc is a hunter.&amp;nbsp; When I asked Doc if I could speak to him he said that he really needed to speak to me!&amp;nbsp; His job is that he is a hunter and he is not being used as a hunter.&amp;nbsp; His parents are looking for a good home for him.&amp;nbsp; He needs to be an outside dog and he needs to hunt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc has a pedigree.&amp;nbsp; He is not afraid of guns.&amp;nbsp; Doc simply wants to live with someone who has lots of energy and if he is not hunting, then he wants to walk, run, point and live in an environment that will allow this.&amp;nbsp; You can email me if you know of a good home for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7372106745362603120?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7372106745362603120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/doc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7372106745362603120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7372106745362603120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/doc.html' title='Doc'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFgV1iII4CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_uO2IVORidg/s72-c/CuteDoc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7415145429984843287</id><published>2010-08-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:10:08.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFWKYADr8fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ULkheEd-9Nc/s1600/Toby+Mitchell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFWKYADr8fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ULkheEd-9Nc/s320/Toby+Mitchell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Toby.&amp;nbsp; His parents wanted to know where he came from as well as anything else I could find out.&amp;nbsp; I met Toby in person several months back.&amp;nbsp; When I spoke to him remotely he reminded me of this.&amp;nbsp; Silly me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I asked Toby about his home he reminded me again that I've seen it before and it is a mansion.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he's treated like royalty.&amp;nbsp; His mother confirmed this saying that several people who worked in the home cater to his every need.&amp;nbsp;When I asked him what his job was and he told me it was to keep the home free of insects and that they were some of his favorite foods.&amp;nbsp; Again, this was confirmed by his parents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I asked Toby where he came&amp;nbsp;from and he&amp;nbsp;said he was brought there by a car and that his previous owners could not keep him.&amp;nbsp; They also knew exactly where they were dropping him off and that he would be well taken care of.&amp;nbsp; I also asked him when he was born and he said in cold times...winter before last.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Toby&amp;nbsp;brings joy, not only to his parents, but to all the people who work around the &lt;em&gt;mansion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;His animal siblings like him too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7415145429984843287?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7415145429984843287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/toby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7415145429984843287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7415145429984843287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/08/toby.html' title='Toby'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFWKYADr8fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ULkheEd-9Nc/s72-c/Toby+Mitchell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7760187228239113220</id><published>2010-07-31T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:51:23.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Interview</title><content type='html'>I was recently interviewed by Miami Astrology.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ron Archer, owner, is interviewing astrologers across&amp;nbsp;America.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you want to listen about Chinese Astrology click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miamiastrology.com/2010/07/astrologers-across-america-pam-case-oklahoma/"&gt;http://www.miamiastrology.com/2010/07/astrologers-across-america-pam-case-oklahoma/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7760187228239113220?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7760187228239113220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/recent-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7760187228239113220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7760187228239113220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/recent-interview.html' title='Recent Interview'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2520390517707191297</id><published>2010-07-30T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:17:18.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guides and Animal Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I prepare&amp;nbsp;to communicate with an animal I get really quiet, close my eyes&amp;nbsp;and tap into my spirit guides. These&amp;nbsp;guides have&amp;nbsp;come to me when I've&amp;nbsp;meditated or done shamanic journeys. I also always ask my angels for assistance too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Guide of Protection is a genie who stands about two feet taller than me. I'm 5'10". Once when I was teaching a workshop a woman came up to me and said she could see two huge eyes above my head.&amp;nbsp; Then recently doing a meditation in an animal communication workshop, I saw this very large genie standing right behind me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He had big lined eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, a genie is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind, and together with humans and angels makes up the three sentient creations of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFNNqniKHII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ABd5VSPNF48/s1600/fairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFNNqniKHII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ABd5VSPNF48/s200/fairy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;My healing helper guide is a purple fairy. She's very tiny and used her wand much like I use a pendulum. She can travel&amp;nbsp;inside of the animal to help with any healing or clearing that needs to be done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have&amp;nbsp;a guide who helps me connect with the animal with whom I am communcating. I visualize a silver chord that connect my left wrist to his wrist. His name is John. He's aborigine, tall, beautiful, wise and very very kind. He wears an earring and minimal clothing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found this picture on the internet and it reminded of what John looks like if John wore tribal paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFNPTo8W1OI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HCvnkiZjjTc/s1600/aborigine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFNPTo8W1OI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HCvnkiZjjTc/s200/aborigine.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This post is to thank all of my helpers.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea if they read blogs, but it's the intention that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2520390517707191297?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2520390517707191297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-guides-and-animal-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2520390517707191297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2520390517707191297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-guides-and-animal-communication.html' title='My Guides and Animal Communication'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFNNqniKHII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ABd5VSPNF48/s72-c/fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6266692985289331016</id><published>2010-07-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:08:31.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bino</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFApCexP1qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/x0q1cvoOylA/s1600/Bino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFApCexP1qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/x0q1cvoOylA/s320/Bino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got cream?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Bino was one of the first animals I talked to.&amp;nbsp; He was adopted and his parents wanted to know more about him.&amp;nbsp; One of the first things he told me was that he loved that freezer food that his mom fed to him.&amp;nbsp; Bino also disclosed that he loved cream.&amp;nbsp; I later found out that his owner gave him raw food that she bought frozen and that he did love it.&amp;nbsp; After the communication she also bought him some cream that he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother later got in touch with me because he was jumping the fence.&amp;nbsp; I spoke to him again and told him how important it was that he not do that.&amp;nbsp; Since that communication Bino has stayed inside his fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bino's parents wondered about his early beginnings but he did not want to talk about it.&amp;nbsp; He just assured all of us that now it was so much better...we have no idea how much better.&amp;nbsp; His&lt;em&gt; job&lt;/em&gt; is to keep the squirrels off their property.&amp;nbsp; His parents wondered why he is so restless and wants in and out all of the time.&amp;nbsp; Bino is short for bambino.&amp;nbsp; He really is a baby, isn't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6266692985289331016?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6266692985289331016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/bino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6266692985289331016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6266692985289331016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/bino.html' title='Bino'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TFApCexP1qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/x0q1cvoOylA/s72-c/Bino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6464239856219420356</id><published>2010-07-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:24:40.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TErnL6ef06I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f-HFicDwXaA/s1600/Bert.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TErnL6ef06I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f-HFicDwXaA/s200/Bert.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bert's mom was worried that she was negligent about her dog's death.&amp;nbsp; When I spoke to Bert she told me that she was &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt; before she actually left and that she had a smooth passing.&amp;nbsp; It was time for her to go.&amp;nbsp; Everybody has a time and hers was painless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her Mom that her soul could come back in another dog.&amp;nbsp; All&amp;nbsp;she had to do was to look deeply into the dog's eyes and she would know Bert had returned.&amp;nbsp; Bert said that until then that her mom and dad needed to love each other.&amp;nbsp; That was very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner told me this gave her much peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6464239856219420356?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6464239856219420356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/vote-for-damato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6464239856219420356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6464239856219420356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/vote-for-damato.html' title='Bert in Heaven'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TErnL6ef06I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f-HFicDwXaA/s72-c/Bert.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4792646011052125582</id><published>2010-07-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:54:40.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carly - The Best News!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday Chera Kimiko, from our local Fox station, posted on Facebook that her friend's dog was missing.&amp;nbsp; I asked that she send me a photo of the dog&amp;nbsp;and I would try to pick up information&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;her whereabouts.&amp;nbsp; There are certain things that the owners need to do when a dog is lost.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;share these with people who&amp;nbsp;call me for my help.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Carly's parents contacted me immediately&amp;nbsp;with a photo and information about her.&amp;nbsp; I knew she was alive!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Carly's parents&amp;nbsp;did everything that I suggested.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I picked up that she was about 2 miles from where she was lost.&amp;nbsp; I could see fields and a barn in my mind's eye.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday I telepathically talked to Carly again and thought she might be behind a fence.&amp;nbsp; She was 'caught'&amp;nbsp;and she desperately wanted her parents to find her.&amp;nbsp; I continued to email with her parents to inform them what I was picking up.&amp;nbsp; I could see her &lt;em&gt;locked up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I dowsed a map and an area was indicated where she was.&amp;nbsp;Her parents went&amp;nbsp;and searched the area.&amp;nbsp; I still felt she was very much alive, but scared.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I spoke with Naomi McDonald, my mentor, and she too thought that Carly was alive and wanted to go home!&amp;nbsp; We both thought she was free again. &amp;nbsp;With this validation I decided to telephone Carly's parents.&amp;nbsp; Mark, Carly's dad, had just found her and picked her up!&amp;nbsp; She had been picked up by animal control.&amp;nbsp; (locked up?)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what I usually do when I'm 'over the top' happy.&amp;nbsp; I burst out crying. &amp;nbsp;We all dream of&amp;nbsp;a happy ending, don't we?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Carly's dad posted on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pam was a real blessing to us while Carly was missing. After a couple of days with no word on where she was we were giving up hope that we would see Carly again. Pam was able to let us know that she was still out there and trying to get home and really help us keep positive about getting her back."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEmlfECsbbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RFLnICJuyfs/s1600/carly+home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEmlfECsbbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RFLnICJuyfs/s320/carly+home.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carly home safe and so tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; See on my blog where you can&amp;nbsp;become a Fan of&amp;nbsp;Animal Communications with Pam.&amp;nbsp; Thanks so much!!&amp;nbsp; AND thank you, Carly.&amp;nbsp; What a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4792646011052125582?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4792646011052125582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/carly-best-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4792646011052125582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4792646011052125582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/carly-best-news.html' title='Carly - The Best News!!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEmlfECsbbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RFLnICJuyfs/s72-c/carly+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2061408650851012419</id><published>2010-07-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:06:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like I'm starting over...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been here since March.&amp;nbsp; So much has changed since then that I feel like I'm starting over.&amp;nbsp; I've been apprenticing with Naomi McDonald - &lt;a href="http://www.brendamcdonald.org/"&gt;http://www.brendamcdonald.org/&lt;/a&gt; these past months to learn more about communicating with animals.&amp;nbsp; What I have discovered is that animals like to talk to me.&amp;nbsp; Each animal has it's own voice.&amp;nbsp; It has been one of the most fulfilling adventures in my life and I've had many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEcE-RMVSSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ycR8bBBDj6k/s1600/nest+011+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEcE-RMVSSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ycR8bBBDj6k/s200/nest+011+(2).jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the idea that it might be fun to blog about many of the different animals I have visited with over the past few months.&amp;nbsp; I have talked to over 50 animals since March.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this will provide some fun and inspiration for everyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually talk to this baby in the picture but the shot is so great I had to post it.&amp;nbsp; Momma Phoebe built her nest on an exterior light fixture on our garage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will be revealed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2061408650851012419?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2061408650851012419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/feels-like-im-starting-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2061408650851012419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2061408650851012419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/07/feels-like-im-starting-over.html' title='Feels like I&apos;m starting over...'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/TEcE-RMVSSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ycR8bBBDj6k/s72-c/nest+011+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5144761901217538317</id><published>2010-03-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:40:25.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Marches On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S5g_Qm3HWoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E5ynmxYJ9ug/s1600-h/IMG_3668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S5g_Qm3HWoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E5ynmxYJ9ug/s200/IMG_3668.JPG" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Time marches on... &lt;br /&gt;Took this picture on Jenks High School campus last&lt;br /&gt;night using all manual settings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5144761901217538317?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5144761901217538317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/03/instant-manifestation-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5144761901217538317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5144761901217538317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/03/instant-manifestation-anyone.html' title='Time Marches On'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S5g_Qm3HWoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E5ynmxYJ9ug/s72-c/IMG_3668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-7715264327368188534</id><published>2010-02-22T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:30:33.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S4K7G3sIuNI/AAAAAAAAANs/MBBPTjPNPfQ/s1600-h/There+is+a+God.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S4K7G3sIuNI/AAAAAAAAANs/MBBPTjPNPfQ/s200/There+is+a+God.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;this friend, Beth, who has&amp;nbsp;always been&amp;nbsp;one of the best blessings in&amp;nbsp;my life.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure we have had many life times before this one.&amp;nbsp; From the first day I met her in Jakarta, Indonesia in about 1984, we have had a heart connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day we met I walked into her beautiful home and she said, "Do you smoke?" I told her that I did and she replied that she was so happy because she had quit smoking and needed a cigarette.&amp;nbsp; (By the way, we have both quit.)&amp;nbsp; We've spent hours solving the problems of the world, finding the perfect&amp;nbsp;purchase all over the planet and drinking lots of cocktails.&amp;nbsp; (I don't do that anymore either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a woman of few words unless you really know her.&amp;nbsp; When you do know her she's over-the-top confident.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I call her cocky self-assured.&amp;nbsp; We don't have to talk to know how the other one is doing.&amp;nbsp; When we do get together we laugh and then we laugh some more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have is a reciprocal relationship.&amp;nbsp; I don't expect anything from her and vice versa.&amp;nbsp; She does want me to 'listen', often asking me, "Are you listening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just sent me this photograph from Arkansas where she is building a home.&amp;nbsp; It was titled &lt;em&gt;There is a God,&lt;/em&gt; and she sent it to me for Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp; That's my Beth, my soul sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-7715264327368188534?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7715264327368188534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/soul-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7715264327368188534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/7715264327368188534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/soul-sisters.html' title='Soul Sisters'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S4K7G3sIuNI/AAAAAAAAANs/MBBPTjPNPfQ/s72-c/There+is+a+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-6014906467954756153</id><published>2010-02-16T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:29:58.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Clearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3tGd4pxEnI/AAAAAAAAANk/90pDD3HieI4/s1600-h/P1020318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3tGd4pxEnI/AAAAAAAAANk/90pDD3HieI4/s200/P1020318.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until March 1, 2010 I am offering a Personal Clearing for $44. You will receive a report of what shows up in the clearing. Our energy fields can be compared to filters in our heating and air conditioners. The energy fields, like air filters, get clogged with disturbances and often we don't even realize it. Sometimes we just feeloff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this testimonial from the client who had a clearing last week. "Last Thursday and Friday I felt less stressed, more clear-headed and calm after your clearing. I can tell you that you are spot on with the clearing." K.B., Tulsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email or call me if you would like some 'spring cleaning' of your energy fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-6014906467954756153?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6014906467954756153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/personal-clearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6014906467954756153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/6014906467954756153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/personal-clearing.html' title='Personal Clearing'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3tGd4pxEnI/AAAAAAAAANk/90pDD3HieI4/s72-c/P1020318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1088631455389339128</id><published>2010-02-13T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:17:18.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog's Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3ay878aHaI/AAAAAAAAANU/1y6USazO9vE/s1600-h/andrea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3ay878aHaI/AAAAAAAAANU/1y6USazO9vE/s200/andrea.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like the new look of my blog?&amp;nbsp; My talented, amazing and wonderful friend, Andrea, is doing it for me.&amp;nbsp; If you would like your website or blog designed, reworked, etc. contact her at &lt;a href="http://www.all-connected.com/"&gt;http://www.all-connected.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can also visit her site that she designed at &lt;a href="http://www.learnteachheal.com/"&gt;http://www.learnteachheal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she irresistible or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1088631455389339128?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1088631455389339128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blogs-makeover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1088631455389339128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1088631455389339128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blogs-makeover.html' title='My Blog&apos;s Makeover'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3ay878aHaI/AAAAAAAAANU/1y6USazO9vE/s72-c/andrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4107080317735182632</id><published>2010-02-13T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:12:32.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quirky things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3avzmy_KtI/AAAAAAAAANM/xvb5vKBc1J0/s1600-h/106_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3avzmy_KtI/AAAAAAAAANM/xvb5vKBc1J0/s200/106_0679.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never considered myself quirky, but recently I've noticed some things that make me think differently. The other day as I was pushing together the empty shopping carts in Sam's parking lot I thought that this was a job I would be really good at. It's just something that I do. The feel and sound of one cart fitting inside another is very satisfying to me. It takes some strength and maneuvering to get them lined up sometimes too. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the sharp pencil thing. A freshly sharpened pencil is so satisfying. You cannot get the same effect with a mechanical pencil. I once had a very OCD child in one of my classes (back in the day that I taught middle school) who could not write more than one line without resharpening his pencil. I'm not that bad, but I did feel his pain. &lt;br /&gt;Most underwear is totally annoying! I can feel it. Jeans are annoying too because I can feel the seams from the inside. I took all my old jeans to the consignment shop. Oprah often has a show that is based around the perfect jeans. Sorry, Oprah, I don't believe you. Oprah is a clothes tugger, so I don't believe she is that comfortable in her clothes either. She also dedicates programs to perfect bras. Every bra she talks about looks like a torture device used in the dark ages. No underwires for me. Soft, 'stretch as you grow' are just perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... why do my cats wait until they get into my lap to do their personal grooming?&amp;nbsp; The sound of the licking puts me on edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to document any other quirkiness about me as I notice them.&amp;nbsp; I would love to hear about your quirkies too.&amp;nbsp; Just leave them in the comments and I will post them if you would like.&amp;nbsp; That's the great thing about a blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4107080317735182632?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4107080317735182632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-quirky-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4107080317735182632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4107080317735182632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-quirky-things-about-me.html' title='Some quirky things about me...'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S3avzmy_KtI/AAAAAAAAANM/xvb5vKBc1J0/s72-c/106_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4955941861591008711</id><published>2010-01-18T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:06:28.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S1SPpE9CU0I/AAAAAAAAALo/9_xW47fCzrY/s1600-h/flicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428121386755445570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S1SPpE9CU0I/AAAAAAAAALo/9_xW47fCzrY/s200/flicker.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 160px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I resolve to have more fun in 2010. I want to come from my heart and not from my head as much. Energy vampires, drama queens or those who must cling to their disfunctional past are not permitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birdwatching, dancing, laughing, reading. loving my family and friends and using my intuition are all to remain a big part of my life.&amp;nbsp; It sounds like I'm living a selfish life and &lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt;. If I put ME first then I've got a whole lot more to give everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to write a big more about significant events that happen in my daily life. Read the next blog post to find out more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4955941861591008711?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4955941861591008711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4955941861591008711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4955941861591008711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-for-2010.html' title='Resolutions for 2010'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/S1SPpE9CU0I/AAAAAAAAALo/9_xW47fCzrY/s72-c/flicker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1984737716590949514</id><published>2009-11-16T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:25:26.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak vs Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SwG06v4KK8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b4uE6lQC5dg/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404799949198732226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SwG06v4KK8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b4uE6lQC5dg/s200/IMG_2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often when I consult with someone about their Chinese Astrology chart I will say that the chart is either weak, strong or balanced. Of course, balanced is the preferred but few people (&lt;em&gt;especially those who come to see me&lt;/em&gt;) have a truly balanced chart. There is not a 'better' chart and if one has a weak chart it does not mean that they are weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weak chart is one that does not have the same element as the Day Pillar Stem (like your Sun sign in Western Astrology) and the element that creates the Day Pillar. For example, if your Day Stem is Wood, then Water is what creates you. For a Wood person Water represents their mother, teachers and education. Wood represents friends and peers. If a person has a weak chart then what will strengthen and bring them into balance is more Wood and Water. Usually this means that their mother and friends really help them out in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one has a strong chart, then the opposite is true about mother and friends out in life. Usually the Strong Day Pillar will be more balanced by their children, father and their work. For example, if your Day Master is Water and the chart is strong, then there is probably an abundance of Water and usually Metal (mother of Water) in the chart. In this case Wood, Fire and sometimes Earth help to bring the excess Water into balance. The Wood drinks up the water, the Fire heats up the Water and the Earth controls the Water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many variables and it takes a really experienced astrologer (&lt;em&gt;that would be me&lt;/em&gt;) to figure this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has a &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; chart, they might have a tendency to come across strongly. If a person has a weak chart they could come across as weaker or milder in temperament. BUT, most of this depends on the period of luck that one is in at the time. Every year is made up of elements and these elements can influence us tremendously. That is why every year is different, or an overall period of time can feel extremely auspicious or incredibly challenging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can use myself as an example. I have a strong Water chart. It is also very Yang. If I am in a period of time that is also Water and I can be like a flood. We are all familiar with a flood! However, when I am in a good luck period, then my Water is contained and I am at my best. The same is true for the person with the weak chart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Astrology is a vehicle where we can truly know ourselves . I believe that a good astrologer can help to heal the world. A good astrologer can 'see' beyond what seems to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1984737716590949514?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1984737716590949514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/weak-vs-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1984737716590949514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1984737716590949514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/weak-vs-strong.html' title='Weak vs Strong'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SwG06v4KK8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b4uE6lQC5dg/s72-c/IMG_2975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1354870946349625656</id><published>2009-11-06T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:20:03.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SvQicBvp69I/AAAAAAAAAKw/438i1I5mdzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400979718024063954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SvQicBvp69I/AAAAAAAAAKw/438i1I5mdzQ/s200/IMG_2752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or be square! Come to the Garden Deva Party Friday and Saturday, November 6 and 7. I will be doing mini-astrology readings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is still time to register for my Personal Clearing Workshop on Saturday, November 14 from 1 pm - 4:30 pm. You will learn how to lighten up and to cope during the holidays - holidaze! Become part of a like-minded community that is helping to make the world a better place and paying it forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be the change you want to see. Visit my website - &lt;a href="http://www.pamcase.net/"&gt;http://www.pamcase.net/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1354870946349625656?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1354870946349625656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1354870946349625656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1354870946349625656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-there.html' title='Be There!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SvQicBvp69I/AAAAAAAAAKw/438i1I5mdzQ/s72-c/IMG_2752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5140417244210948185</id><published>2009-10-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:14:21.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance - An Elusive Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/StCHtxZSztI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qQG554VJ4rI/s1600-h/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390957974385774290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/StCHtxZSztI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qQG554VJ4rI/s200/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have I been? Recently I've committed to doing a monthly email hopefully focusing on something that everyone will be interested in. Send me an email if you would like to be on my list. &lt;a href="mailto:pamcase8@cox.net"&gt;pamcase8@cox.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a little bit from October's newsletter ~ Balance - An Elusive Thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that today it is really challenging for many of us to live a balanced life. My world lets me know pretty quickly when I am out of balance. Some of the strangest things happen! Things break down or malfunction when I am overstretched, tired or stressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered (through astrology) that my soul's purpose is to live a life that is harmonious and filled with joy. If I get involved in chaos and drama I'm going backwards! Here are some of the things that I try to do daily to stay balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Meditation, Prayer and Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt; - Every morning (even if it is only 5 minutes) I will consciously close my eyes and stay in the moment. Usually I say, "Breathe Pam out and breathe God in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Find Beauty in the Ordinary&lt;/strong&gt; - Birds at my feeders, grandchildren's hands and feet, the smell of a rose or laughing with a friend help me to maintain balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Avoid the News&lt;/strong&gt; - There simply aren't a whole lot of happy stories to be found in the paper or on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Sacred Space&lt;/strong&gt; - This is where I go when I meditate or simply need to recharge. Some of my favorite things are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Go Outside in Nature&lt;/strong&gt; - Luckily I live on an acre that backs up to the woods. There is nothing better than to sit and ponder. I also love walking around my neighborhood. I often ask for a sign to let me know I'm on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;Breathe -&lt;/strong&gt; I will close my eyes and breathe deeply. I find it amazing how I can forget to do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5140417244210948185?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5140417244210948185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/10/balance-elusive-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5140417244210948185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5140417244210948185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/10/balance-elusive-thing.html' title='Balance - An Elusive Thing'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/StCHtxZSztI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qQG554VJ4rI/s72-c/IMG_2591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5332962580358022288</id><published>2009-08-26T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:45:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Moon Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVX6Bk7nyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/komhWuzdBiM/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298384703921954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVX6Bk7nyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/komhWuzdBiM/s200/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVXmAhdrlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dZyl_s6-UVI/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298040823557714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVXmAhdrlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dZyl_s6-UVI/s200/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Moon Flower opened within a period of five minutes. Too beautiful not to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5332962580358022288?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5332962580358022288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/stolen-moon-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5332962580358022288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5332962580358022288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/stolen-moon-flower.html' title='Stolen Moon Flower'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVX6Bk7nyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/komhWuzdBiM/s72-c/IMG_2378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3296967028656717905</id><published>2009-08-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:40:21.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Board Workshop Rescheduled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVXIDKeYgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dgAqVWtlj-s/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374297526136365570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVXIDKeYgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dgAqVWtlj-s/s200/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVWvYMKkwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TLCvALipIRk/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friends in the Heartland,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to think of a clever salutation. I just received the cutest daily from tut.com that I will share with you at the end of this email. First I wanted to announce that the Vision Board workshop Saturday did not happen. The key that I had for the church did not work. After several phone calls and calls to the heavens I decided it was too upstream to hold it. All the workshop participants were so amazing and understanding. If you were thinking that you wanted to attend but had a conflict, You have another chance. If you would like me to resend the emails to prepare for the workshop, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location has changed and the time is one hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 1:30&lt;br /&gt;Unity Church&lt;br /&gt;Annex Building&lt;br /&gt;3355 S. Jamestown&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa, OK&lt;br /&gt;Love Offering - $38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tut... Pam, here's some sage advice I once scrawled onto a cave wall long before the wheel, Atlantis, and Facebook: Aim with your heart, adjust with your head and always, always, always, do all you can. Caves, email, same, same.&lt;br /&gt;Tallyho and have a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3296967028656717905?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3296967028656717905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-board-workshop-rescheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3296967028656717905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3296967028656717905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-board-workshop-rescheduled.html' title='Vision Board Workshop Rescheduled'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVXIDKeYgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dgAqVWtlj-s/s72-c/IMG_2402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2865514318766527106</id><published>2009-08-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:44:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reassuring Rituals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Snmaubj8V4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ozodTk4pydM/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366490553451829122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Snmaubj8V4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ozodTk4pydM/s200/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a full moon this week and an eclipse. The suggestions from my favorite astrologers (besides me) are to release, release, release. Take what works for you and leave the rest. You can apply this to what you want to create in the Vision Board Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is something that I do when I want to get clear about what I really want. It helps me to get clear about my purpose, my job and my relationships. Sometimes I have to go below the surface to discover these things. Below the surface is where my wiser self resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might sit quietly. Perhaps you can light a candle and with openness and kindness ask yourself what you really want. Have your journal handy. You might surprise yourself. I am clairaudient, so I find that my answers usually come in words and phrases. How do you receive your messages? Here are some more questions you can answer that might give you some guidance. These questions are compliments of &lt;a href="http://www.christinekane.com/"&gt;http://www.christinekane.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Christine is a musician who also believes in the power of a Vision Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If money, people's opinions and judgments, and fear were not factors - what would I want to be, do or have?&lt;br /&gt;2. What beliefs or things would I have to let go of it I were to creative this in my life?&lt;br /&gt;3. What would I have to believe in order to be, do or have these things?&lt;br /&gt;4. How will I FEEL when I am, do or have these things I want?&lt;br /&gt;5. What does my heart really yearn for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered these same questions and for the first one I wrote, "I want to be highly visible ~ speaking and teaching large groups of people throughout the United States about how to live consciously." If you have taken any of my Clearing Workshops and know someone outside of Tulsa who would like me to teach one in their area, please let me know. This is part of my 'vision'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you would like to take the Vision Board workshop email me. I will send you the details. Hope you are expressing your gratitude for air conditioning this week. I sure am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2865514318766527106?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2865514318766527106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/reassuring-rituals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2865514318766527106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2865514318766527106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/08/reassuring-rituals.html' title='Reassuring Rituals'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Snmaubj8V4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ozodTk4pydM/s72-c/IMG_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1025341324578478291</id><published>2009-07-30T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:00:32.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Board Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SnIz6GpHtmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTWxz1Zaywo/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364407179460195938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SnIz6GpHtmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTWxz1Zaywo/s200/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the next few weeks I will be sending some suggestions to help enlighten you as to what you might want to place on your vision board. Take a few moments of still, quiet time to clear your mind. Then from this place of consciousness remember times in your life that have made you feel the most truly alive and joyful. Note what each of these experiences have in common with each other. The common element is what brings you joy and your joy is the indication of your life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer these questions and write it down:&lt;br /&gt;What are my natural gifts?&lt;br /&gt;What are my skills and talents?&lt;br /&gt;What do I love to do?&lt;br /&gt;When do I feel the most alive?&lt;br /&gt;What am I passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What do I feel the best about myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a relationship (lover or friend) you might list characteristics of what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Do an internet search for photographs of your desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was listening to a book on CD and heard this great quote from A Course in Miracles, "Beware of the temptation to see yourself unfavorably treated".  It really is a prescription for disaster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over an out!  Be back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1025341324578478291?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1025341324578478291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-board-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1025341324578478291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1025341324578478291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-board-tips.html' title='Vision Board Tips'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SnIz6GpHtmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iTWxz1Zaywo/s72-c/IMG_2278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5570960522966203362</id><published>2009-07-25T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:41:40.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feng Shui Vision Board Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SmtfozcgniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o2HcJe2ZvOI/s1600-h/solar+eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362484935923899938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SmtfozcgniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o2HcJe2ZvOI/s200/solar+eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Solar Eclipse - July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are having a wonderful summer.  I love summer and I think this is because summer is my favorable season according to the elements of Feng Shui. Do you like how I lead you into announcing my upcoming workshopabout Feng Shui Vision Boards?  In this workshop you will create a Vision Board using the concepts of Feng Shui according to your personal Ming Gua.  You have favorable and unfavorable directions according to the year you were born.  Leave that part to me to figure out.  If you are not familiar with Feng Shui, it is the Chinese art or practice of positioning objects based on the flow of chi or energy.  A Vision Board is a poster board that is like a treasure map.  You will paste or collage images that you have collected from magazines or any other source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a student of the Law of Attraction, then you know how important the Power of Intention is.  This intention is more about allowing and watching your intentions unfold.  You never know what the universe has in store for you.  If you surround yourself with images of who you want to become, or what you want to have, where you want to live or vacation, your life changes to match those images and those desires.  Your attention is that powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will provide the foam board, glue and magazines, but you need to have most of what you want to put on the board before you get to the workshop. Time  will not allow for a big scavenger hunt through magazines.  I am going to teach you about Feng Shui, Law of Attraction and provide your favorable directions.  Being prepared with pictures or images and captions of what you want to manifest will help it to fall in place in the time allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;9:30-12:30&lt;br /&gt;Unity Center Downtown&lt;br /&gt;1830 S. Boston Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa, OK  74119&lt;br /&gt;Love Offering - $38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reserve your space in the workshop I am asking that you send a check to 9214 S. 46th W. Ave, Tulsa, OK 74132 or pay through PayPal using &lt;a href="mailto:pamcase8@cox.net"&gt;pamcase8@cox.net&lt;/a&gt;.  Once you have signed up I will be sending follow-up emails to help you with your 'vision'.  This workshop will be fun and I know will raise your vibration.  Hope to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5570960522966203362?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5570960522966203362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/feng-shui-vision-board-workshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5570960522966203362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5570960522966203362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/feng-shui-vision-board-workshop.html' title='Feng Shui Vision Board Workshop'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SmtfozcgniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o2HcJe2ZvOI/s72-c/solar+eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8206239518262417040</id><published>2009-07-09T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:34:36.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Goggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVVns1rdAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/53dZtZRX520/s1600-h/IMG_5660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374295870876120066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVVns1rdAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/53dZtZRX520/s200/IMG_5660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SlY2OrTM3EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/b6NvyyCg9SQ/s1600-h/pink+goggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask and it is Given&lt;/strong&gt; ~Did you know that the universe will knock itself out for you so that you can get what you want? Recently I've had so many little incidents happen to me and I want to share them. My 3 year old granddaughter, Cailin, was in the backseat of my car on Sunday and she told she wanted some pink goggles. She loves all things pink and princess. I told her that I would be on the lookout for some. Tuesday was Lauren's, my other granddaughter's 4th birthday. She called me early that morning to tell me that she was four years old and invite me over to swim and eat cake with her. Of course, I accepted! While we were swimming I told her about her cousin's request for pink goggles. She thought that was a great idea and wanted some too. Fast forward to today. I was making my weekly trip to Sam's Club, list in hand. At the bottom of the list I had written pink goggles. I was guided to the aisle that has the pools and lawn furniture. Sitting there, waiting for me were pink goggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I was challenged about a relationship and how to handle something that was troubling me about it. Thoughts ran through my mind and I realized that I didn't have to actually 'say' anything about it. All I needed to do with to set a new intention and send a message to the person about what I desired. Within six hours the matter completely changed and I did not have to say anything. All I had to do was ask. I'm telling you these stories because this is how my life unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite teacher, Abraham-Hicks, recently said, "The purpose of your life is joy. The basis of your life is freedom. You are so free that you can choose bondage. Look for every excuse to flow your joy." Have awareness and when you do witness your own miracles be grateful. I always look to the heavens and say Thank You outloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties and Astrology Readings&lt;/strong&gt; ~ If you are a member of any type of professional or social group you might want to consider having me do 15 minute astrology readings for one of your events. I recently did this at a Girl's Night Out and heard back from the hostess that everyone thought it was the best party they had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone readings I've been doing this past month have been much fun for me as well as very enlightening for my clients. I find that I get very tapped into the person by looking at their chart and what I share with my clients feels like it comes from the heavens. Of course it does! This is all part of Ask and it is Given. I'm doing these for a special price of $25 until the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta and Theta Waves&lt;/strong&gt; ~ The brain waves that you have in your normal day of going 100 mph on autopilot are called Beta waves. You are often moving at warp speed, multi-tasking and just trying to keep up with your day. You probably aren't going to have many moments of brilliance in Beta. However, when you slow down, relax, meditate and just get out of the go mode you then experience Theta brain waves. This is the time that you can have sparkling moments of absolute genius. Are you giving yourself 30 minutes a day to get to that place that you can have amazing ideas? Giving this time to yourself really is a gift and from it you will have greater awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vision Boards&lt;/strong&gt; ~ I've been thinking about teaching a workshop where we would create a Feng Shui Vision Board. This would be your personal vision board according to your birthday. We all have four compass directions that are more beneficial for us and the vision board would be based on this. If this sounds like something that you would like to do let me know. I've been gathering some things to create my own. You could be doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several sources that I read say that right now is an emotional time due to eclipses and a full moon. There are three eclipses this summer. The most important message that I read is to Let Go, Go with the Flow, Nurture Yourself and Practice Kindness. Sounds easy, doesn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8206239518262417040?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8206239518262417040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-goggles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8206239518262417040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8206239518262417040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-goggles.html' title='Pink Goggles'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SpVVns1rdAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/53dZtZRX520/s72-c/IMG_5660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-2577396937782227744</id><published>2009-06-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:18:22.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Solstice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SkENSQj-zSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0g7ztXTy5L8/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572439627549986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SkENSQj-zSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0g7ztXTy5L8/s200/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Summer Solstice Everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy a rose from my garden. Today is also the New Moon. This is a wonderful time to write down your goals, wishes and dreams. Writing down our hopes and dreams helps to validate what we want to attract and it is a very positive action. It is really common for us to doubt our future or we may fear disappointment or suspect the worst. Hopefully writing will chase any doubts away. For me, it is so important to have a way to change my thinking quickly when negative thoughts like doubts creep in. One of the first things I usually do these days is to pick up my pendulum. Doubts create negative energy and what we speak, imagine or feel will magnetize more of the same to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read several New Moon reports this week and a common thread has been to focus on nurturing ourselves. One way that I nurture myself is to make sure that the people I spend time with are uplifting, positive, loving and inspiring. No energy vampires allowed! Look around your home. How does it make you feel? Do you have some type of live plant or flowers inside or outside that lift your qi? Do you watch the news that is filled with fear-based information? Do you have a pet that you love? What makes you happy? Do more of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I’ve had the opportunity to do Four Pillars Astrology readings in a new way. I’ve done what I call a mini-reading on a radio program and also at an event here in Tulsa. I have also been invited to this at a women’s party this week. How fun! Usually this is about a 15-20 minute reading where I look at the chart and answer questions or give guidance about any issue that you might have. These short readings help me to ‘tune in’ to your energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of July I am going to offer these 15-20 minute readings for $25. This is an opportunity for you to check out Chinese Astrology if you have never experienced this before. If you have had a reading you might want to focus on a specific issue that has come up recently. All I need is your birth information including the time. Simply send me an email and I will get in touch with you to arrange the call. I accept Pay Pal and personal checks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow me on Twitter or befriend me on Facebook. I will follow and befriend you back. I also have Skype. What an interesting world we live in today. I remember thinking that one day we will be able to actually see the person calling us. Welcome to the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this newsletter finds you well. Please pass this newsletter to anyone you think might be interested. I appreciate you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well, be kind and reach for a better feeling thought.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Pam Case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-2577396937782227744?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2577396937782227744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-solstice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2577396937782227744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/2577396937782227744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-solstice.html' title='Summer Solstice'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SkENSQj-zSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0g7ztXTy5L8/s72-c/IMG_1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1825541712436868177</id><published>2009-06-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:06:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Personal Clearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SjOkWJ_pvfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osuChqSq420/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346797883165883890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SjOkWJ_pvfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osuChqSq420/s200/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you attend one of my workshops you can then request a clearing partner. It is interesting what people email me about having a clearing partner. So many are 'afraid' they aren't going to do it right. The following is what I sent to someone who was doubtful about being a clearing partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear One,&lt;br /&gt;Your ego is keeping you from picking up the pendulum... and you need to have more than just one pendulum that is out in your car at midnight. It's a very simple thing, actually. You just pick it up as often as possible and ask simple questions. You can then 'tap' into whomever you desire. Watch and see what happens when you ask that an upset family has their energy be brought to a clear and balanced state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ego is evidently telling you that you can't do it right or that someone else is going to find out something about you that you don't want anyone to know. This is the intuitive 'hit' that I get when I read your email. You say that you don't have enough time and that time just slips away from you. Time flies because you are busy 'doing' and not 'being'. Being is how you get in touch with your intuition and with who you really are. Most of the world is busy running and going and being in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly clear all the time. If there is a baby crying in a store I will say ... "Bring his &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chi&lt;/span&gt; to a clear and balanced state". I will often move my hand like the pendulum. Try it with your children. If one of them is out of sorts quietly ask the above. If we are all one, all one mind, then we are all connected. Make sense? Can you say a prayer for someone when you are in a crowd? This is the same concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make rules or box yourself in. Just do what feels fun and simple and like you are going with the flow. We do something strange to ourselves in this country. We give trophies to those who fight the hard battle...build monuments around tragedies like OK City bombing.. When we visit those places we are not lifted up with the memory, but and feel sad. I do not go along with the motto "No pain no gain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take the time to sit and clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; energy fields then you are treating yourself well. You are developing your intuition which will help you in all aspects of your life. Love, Pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Photo by Pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1825541712436868177?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1825541712436868177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-personal-clearing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1825541712436868177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1825541712436868177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-personal-clearing.html' title='About Personal Clearing'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SjOkWJ_pvfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osuChqSq420/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-1638041087668162487</id><published>2009-05-25T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:54:42.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ShshQ6yrCLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2f0qNvruvCA/s1600-h/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339898357721270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ShshQ6yrCLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2f0qNvruvCA/s200/IMG_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here I am! Sharing an updated pic of my three grandangels. Roasting hot dogs at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-1638041087668162487?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1638041087668162487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1638041087668162487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/1638041087668162487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ShshQ6yrCLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2f0qNvruvCA/s72-c/IMG_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4521786747775458065</id><published>2009-04-26T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:18:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing Workshop in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SfSzfajAf7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/MPUySNsSS3k/s1600-h/safe_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329081611369611186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SfSzfajAf7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/MPUySNsSS3k/s200/safe_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workshop – May 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add something to your Spiritual Toolbox. Learn how to clear personal energy fields and the energy of your space. Call it Spring Clearing for the Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun-filled day of learning and connections with friends and community to discover how to embrace the feelings of worry, fear or anxiety that you may have been experiencing and move to a place of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also learn:&lt;br /&gt;How to move out of old thought patterns&lt;br /&gt;Actually finding a new way of looking at the world&lt;br /&gt;See how you are attracting situations and people into your life&lt;br /&gt;How to reduce and manage your stress levels&lt;br /&gt;Cultivating a daily clearing practice that is easy, fun, and lasting&lt;br /&gt;Feel more available, less attached, and in the flow&lt;br /&gt;Experience the true meaning of 'lightening up'&lt;br /&gt;How to effortlessly change stressful pattern that are held in your environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;10 am – 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;Unity Center Downtown&lt;br /&gt;1830 S. Boston Ave, Tulsa&lt;br /&gt;918-512-6833&lt;br /&gt;Pre-registration is required&lt;br /&gt;Love Offering - $44&lt;br /&gt;Bring Your Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From previous workshops a community of people has been remotely clearing an issue weekly for a volunteer. Become a part of this community. "Never underestimate the power of a small group of committed citizens to change the world. Indeed, it has never been done otherwise." Margaret Mead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4521786747775458065?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4521786747775458065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/04/clearing-workshop-in-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4521786747775458065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4521786747775458065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/04/clearing-workshop-in-may.html' title='Clearing Workshop in May'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/SfSzfajAf7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/MPUySNsSS3k/s72-c/safe_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-695967663317561367</id><published>2009-03-21T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:31:31.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Clover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ScVccvDgElI/AAAAAAAAAH4/19qEQPrAOvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315756583917982290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ScVccvDgElI/AAAAAAAAAH4/19qEQPrAOvQ/s200/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'green'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tip. How about just having clover instead of grass? My granddaughter, Lauren, certainly loves it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-695967663317561367?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/695967663317561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-clover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/695967663317561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/695967663317561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-clover.html' title='Spring Clover'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/ScVccvDgElI/AAAAAAAAAH4/19qEQPrAOvQ/s72-c/IMG_1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-4855467315029216163</id><published>2009-03-21T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:28:01.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An 11:11 Moment</title><content type='html'>While teaching a workshop this weekend in a most magical place something extraordinary happened. The class started late because the home is remote and not easy to find (but so worth the hunt). I finally got started, introduced myself, had everyone introduce themselves, and then did a meditation to help all of get centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my workshop by talking about the Law of Attraction and Abraham-Hicks and why they are my favorite teachers.   I spoke of synchronistic events that have happened recently and how these let me know that I am going with the flow.  I ask for 'signs' when I'm not sure about something.  Lastly, I mentioned that I often see 11:11 on clocks, and other number sequences...like 2:22 and 3:33.  I shared that when I see these numbers it is a message to me that I am doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing at that moment.  I'm in tune with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I asked what time it was because we had started late and I had jotted down in my notes where I thought I would be at a certain time.  A woman near me lifted up her iPhone and gasped.  It was 11:11!  Other people in the room picked up their phones and and turned them towards me - 11:11.  We all got silent and EVERYONE had goosebumps.  It was all I could do to not burst into tears.  I think the universe wanted the others to see this is real and to feel excited about the possibility that this can really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages can come in many forms and if we pay attention, the language of symbols becomes easy to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, Pay Attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-4855467315029216163?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4855467315029216163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/1111-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4855467315029216163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/4855467315029216163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/1111-moment.html' title='An 11:11 Moment'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-5759040631990494199</id><published>2009-03-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:13:02.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New website</title><content type='html'>Visit my new website &lt;a href="http://www.pamcase.net/"&gt;www.pamcase.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a meeting of the AARP (American Association of Retired People) they showed a video that was submitted in a contest by a 20 year old. The contest was Titled 'u @ 50'.This video won second place. When they showed it , everyone in the room was awe-struck and broke into spontaneous applause.So simple and yet so brilliant. Take a minute and watch it to the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!  Now smile.  Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-5759040631990494199?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5759040631990494199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5759040631990494199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/5759040631990494199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-website.html' title='New website'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-3558661001884032796</id><published>2009-02-27T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:41:26.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs more cowbell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Sah6AeLnUKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zd3921a5-KM/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307626309376495778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Sah6AeLnUKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zd3921a5-KM/s200/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-3558661001884032796?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3558661001884032796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-needs-more-cowbell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3558661001884032796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/3558661001884032796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-needs-more-cowbell.html' title='Everyone needs more cowbell!'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjA3nRerj4c/Sah6AeLnUKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zd3921a5-KM/s72-c/IMG_1077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143861523892737559.post-8908454489542420645</id><published>2009-02-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:31:19.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ole Raymon Grace</title><content type='html'>If you like what Raymon suggests below you can subscribe to his newsletter &lt;a href="mailto:news@raymongraceprojects.com"&gt;news@raymongraceprojects.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Raymon does good things for lots of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from Raymon Grace, one of my favorite dowsers. I just have to paste parts of it here. Give him credit for what I think most of the time. Here is part of his email~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have written because of your concerns about the economy and world conditions in general. Well, I’m the wrong person to ask about things like that as I have little knowledge of world economics. However, I may have a bit of experience with changing energy.As most of you know, our work is based on a few simple principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All things are composed of energy and the intelligent mind can direct energy. * Energy is impressed upon matter. * Energy follows thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think of a past event that causes us to become angry, we are likely to create a feeling of anger. If we think of a past event that was fearful, we will create fear. If we think of a past event that was funny, we will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what happens when we regularly read papers and magazines telling us how bad things are? TV news makes a stronger impression on our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we buy into the opinions and commentaries of those in the news media, we are letting them tell us what to think. It seems that many people have either forgotten how to think or perhaps they never learned, so they let someone else do their thinking for them. We are affected by what we hear, see and experience, whether we like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we stop being influenced by the bad news?&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I do it.----- Don’t listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;On most any situation I ask, “Will my life be better or worse because of this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the activity is not in your best interest, then do something else that is in your best interest. OR if you feel a need to watch TV may I offer a few suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your dowsing and check the integrity of the newscaster. Check the value of the information. Ask if the information has a positive or negative effect upon you. If negative, use your clearing to neutralize the effect upon you. Yes, you can do this because the intelligent mind can direct energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are influenced by what we hear, it is important to create a circle of friends who support each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ole Raymon Grace! I hope that all of you will consider that I am one of the friends who supports you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143861523892737559-8908454489542420645?l=pamcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8908454489542420645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-ole-raymon-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8908454489542420645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143861523892737559/posts/default/8908454489542420645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamcase.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-ole-raymon-grace.html' title='Good Ole Raymon Grace'/><author><name>Pam Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386544161696664891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw5mRYyKeeM/TXY5JDBhQTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4xK6Ho5xpmY/s220/pam9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
