How the Long Island Medium accidentally helped me in a session
It has been a countdown for my rewrite in "Energy Healing for Animals", time seems to hover as a threat to my sanity. The feline, canine, equine joy that normally plays out as dog walks, cat play and riding has turned into the dogs and cats can play while I clean stalls!
The days are pretty structured between writing and phone sessions and house/barn calls. There isn't time for spontaneity, at all. I go outside to clear my mind and shift worlds.
Back when I was a screenwriter my friends in LA all knew a deadline was approaching because my apartment would be spotless and well organized. My horse would be over groomed. And I would look like mommy dearest because I'd pluck my eyebrows down to about one strand per eye.
Of course the worst thing that could happen to me as a writer is facebook or google. Suddenly I'm going through complete strangers entire photo albums. I also google. And of course download episodes of shows that I don't bother turning the TV on for.
I will pause a bunch of things and promise myself if I get X amount of pages finished - here's the treat: episodes of whatever I'm hooked on. I had a week where Jackson Galaxy was my obsession with his show "My Cat from Hell". And then this last week it was "The Long Island Medium".
The other afternoon I had several back to back sessions. When one woman, Debbie, called from Connecticut, she was still very shaken by her cat's recent death. When I asked her what happened she burst into tears and said her dog killed the cat. There was a silence and she said "we put the dog down".
I asked her how she was doing with that. In a raw tone, she said she didn't even have room to process the loss of the dog. Her grief was epic with regard to the cat as well as her guilt. Her inability to process the loss of the dog too was so tragic and yet understandable. Yet this was not leaving me.
Customarily I ask about the rest of the animals in the household, and that activity took me back to what I was there to do. I took a deep breath and said I would be getting quiet and connecting with the cat, Meka. I connected with Meka as one would in any other communication session. Honestly, it was quite beautiful, connected and it felt like Debbie was finding more peace throughout the session. There were unexpected discoveries. The beautiful kitty Meka didn't die from the wounds but from the complications to the medications as it turned out that the cat had heart problems that had gone undetected. (This Debbie explained prior to the session.)
Meka led me to look at the cat's 8 years and see where the heart had been challenged prior to this tragedy. Meka was not holding any ill will toward the dog Riley. In fact, they were finally at peace with each other, not bound by these species specific guidelines.
And then that moment was there, the moment I so didn't want. Mind you, I harp upon boundaries in classes to my students, I am not one to say to someone after an animal has passed "Oh let me check in." I don't do that about anything. I am very respectful. Yet the opening was there because Meka was so graceful.
So I said, "Riley wants you to know he's grateful too. In the short time he was here, he struggled more than you will ever know, he just wasn't right and he knows you tried but he just couldn't do it." Debbie was quiet and then said very resolutely, "I know."
And then right then the dang video I had paused an hour before came on with The Long Island Mediums thick Long Island accent and I jumped out of my chair. I jumped because I was startled, had the chills and because I didn't want to disrupt the moment.
And then I knew this was the moment. I said "Riley is not without humor, and he seems like he's very bouncy still. I have to tell you what just happened". After I explained about "The Long Island Medium" mysteriously coming on, she started to laugh and said Riley used to jump on the couch and hit the remote and turn the TV on.
While Debbie has a journey ahead with her grief, at least the guilt is somewhat assuaged and a little peace surrounds the loss of both Meka and Riley. It's amazing what lessons these teachers offer, even in their death. RIP Meka and Riley.