They were all over the place during that trip to Portland, OR — talkative pets! I was surrounded by them at pet-friendly restaurants (yes, dogs allowed in some) and just about everywhere I'd walk or hang out. Friendly Portland = Friendly Pets.
I was browsing downtown the other day when I ALMOST passed a young gal, perched on the retaining wall bordering Pioneer Square Park. I say 'almost' passed, because her big ‘ole HUUUGE drooling husky wouldn’t let me pass by without transmitting a very loud message:
I was attending the Willamette Writers Conference in Portland, OR, and met with a few clients in person. Whenever I hang out with friends, hostesses and coordinators, it’s fairly routine for me to relay messages from their pets who usually rush toward me, first thing, insisting that I pass on a few thoughts to their beloved owners.
Pets’ telepathized transmissions usually relate to their favorite toys, food or sleeping preferences, or sentiments regarding friendly (or unfriendly) animals in their proximity.
So interesting, that yesterday Jaene (my project manager) alerted me to the item I posted on my Facebook page, the photo of a crash victim’s spirit leaving the body. Fifteen years ago, she and I stood together on our rooftop in Manhattan the morning of 9/11, and watched with horror from several blocks away as WTC2 fell.
I met Veronica in 2012 when I was featured on the local news to announce an upcoming intuition workshop I was to present at a nearby college. I arrived early for the interview, making sure I’d be at the right location on the campus. I was amazed as I watched this stunning young gal coming up the walkway, lugging a monstrous camcorder on her petite frame. Her boss was a hefty fellow who led the way, trailing a few feet ahead of her. He began the interview with opening questions, Veronica shooting the footage, and then she and I did a walk-and-talk while he manned the camera.
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