December 16, 2017

Being Precise and Logical with Animals: An Intuitive Moment

Ollie and Kerys 8-17Humans tend to over-think our communication, especially with animals and other non-humans, who tend to be precise and logical in their telepathy. Sometimes too precise and logical for us to keep up with them! Join me for a few laughs and tips on how to refine your intuitive skills to better connect with our animal families.

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Birthdays and Soul Purpose: A Dog’s Life

Oliver Alki 7-24-17Happy birthday, Oliver Alki (July 28, 2017)! This beautiful boy is 2 today. Impeccable breeding, beautiful, healthy, a delight to be around, fun-loving and settling into the work he came to do. Many thanks to his breeder who gave up his top show pick because he believed me when I said this was the soul I sent to him to be born. It was a huge sacrifice for something he admitted he didn’t quite understand—he only knew he wasn’t going to get between us!

As little Ollie steps into his work of ushering in an era of peace and compassion and collaboration between beings of all dimensions–a job he insisted he could only do in a dog body with me by his side, so I said, yes, come back and go here to be born, I’ll find you, somehow!–let us all be grateful that we can grow our souls together, that sometimes we can recognize when another soul needs a boost from us, and that this conscious evolving planet we all share as equals is thriving and will continue to thrive because love is all it takes. It really is.

Robyn and AlkiToday I hope you share this post with others to remind us all that a human body is only one of many forms a soul can take to do its work in, and that some of the most profound and most critical work on our planet is being cheerfully and bravely undertaken by those wise old souls who have taken other bodies, some of them animal bodies, because that is the form they decided was best for their work. And that the human families they sometimes live in do their best to protect and nourish them so they have strong bodies and sound minds to do their work, grow their soul, and, of course, have a great deal of fun at the same time!

E-book now available! True stories animals and the afterlife!

E-book now available! True stories animals and the afterlife!

Today I am grateful that Ollie had the most wonderful, loving start any dog could have from a top breeder who cared about great health and temperament and knew exactly how much he was giving up to send his best show prospect to a pet home because deep down inside he knew something truly magical had happened.

And to my beloved Alki, my tri-colored boy who died too soon and leaped right back into another body to complete his work, I love you and miss you and, yes, I see your soul looking back at me through Ollie’s eyes. Just as I have seen that soul in so many other bodies since I was a small child. You do get around!

The world is more amazing and remarkable than we sometimes realize. I challenge each and every one of you today to embrace the magic and mystery that is all around you. To never give up, to keep moving forward, to embrace your soul’s work. You matter. Peace. Love. And good humor, always!

And, yes, souls reincarnate. Here’s my e-book on how this beloved soul came back to me, and how it can play out in your family.

© 2017 Robyn M Fritz

Ville Magazine: Pets and People Issue, March 2017

Ville cover largeI’m the animal communicator in the “Pet Talk” column in this Seattle magazine’s Pets and People issue, March 2017. You can read the entire magazine online or find it at various locations around Seattle.

Publisher Charity Mainville devotes her magazine to Seattle events and issues. This month she features Seattle movers and shakers with dogs available for adoption. Check it out!

And thanks for the honor of being included.

 

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© 2017 Robyn M Fritz

David Frei on Purebred and Mixed-Breed Dogs

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As an animal communicator and writer about the human-animal bond, I frequently meet people who are adamant about the breeding of the dogs they live with, or think about living with. To them all I say go for your heart match. Choose a dog that calls to your soul—after you take a good hard look at your lifestyle.

Meaning, if you’re a couch potato, don’t get a Dalmatian, or any one of a number of dog breeds that require extensive exercise. You won’t be happy, and neither will your dog. I always suggest going to the American Kennel Club site and researching the different breeds. Talk to a good breeder—you should know by reputation, by the questions they ask, and answer, whether they are. They will help you determine if their breed is right for you.

If you choose to go to a shelter, I’ll make two suggestions: don’t adopt from a shelter that has a mandatory spay/neuter policy in place, and don’t adopt if they haven’t examined each dog, temperament-tested it, given an educated guess at the breeding if it’s a mix, and posted all that information for prospective adopters.

Why? We know more about early spay/neuter than we did forty years ago, and we know it leads to unhealthy and potentially aggressive dogs. So don’t do it. If enough people say “no” to this policy, then the shelters will change their position, and leave that decision for the families. Where it belongs. They’ll only change it if they lose money, which means not adopting from them until a healthy pet policy is in place: no spaying and neutering.

As for a close examination of the dogs available for adopting, that is just common sense. I think the biggest problem we have in the so-called “dog overpopulation” problem isn’t that too many dogs are born but that people give up on the dogs they adopt, whether from the shelter or a breeder, because they can’t handle them.

If you think I’m being cranky (I don’t care, really), then watch this video I filmed at the 2017 Seattle Kennel Club Dog Show where The Dog Guy, David Frei, answers a question about choosing between a purebred or mixed-breed dog. Frei was the long-time voice of the Westminster Dog Show and now hosts dog shows on NBC, including the upcoming Beverly Hills Dog Show on Easter Sunday night (April 16).

Frei is the ultimate diplomat and common-sense dog person (and agreed to the posting of this video). He says the best dog in the world is the one sitting on the couch with you. Of course he’s right. But in just a few minutes he talks about the differences between purebreds and mixed-breeds. Valuable minutes if you love dogs, want to live with one, and know other people who feel the same way. So go watch it already.

©2017 Robyn M Fritz

All Things Dog: 2017 Seattle Kennel Club Dog Show

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Ollie the Cavalier

Images from the 2017 Seattle Kennel Club Dog Show—all about people and dogs and … dog sports! It’s the human-animal bond in action.

Some dogs need help getting around: the pet carrier is every bit as useful as it looks!

Herding dogs demonstrating how they work with ducks, who are showing how easy it is to show the dogs they are doing just fine.

Flyball was a new sport demonstrated. It’s for dogs of all sizes (and abilities). They race the course, jump on the platform to grab the ball, and then race back. It’s a competition (as a dog would say, it’s a ball, let’s go!). And it’s quite safe: the jumps are scaled for the smallest dog in the two-team competition. Here the highlight was a champion flyballer: a fifteen-year-old Papillon, the tiny dog with flying ears.

Agility takes a dog through numerous obstacles at top speed (defined as whatever speed the dog choose to go at). It takes time and patience but builds a strong team.

A dog show is a place where people who love dogs can meet people just like them—and learn about breeds they might be interested in. Remember to research before buying a dog, purebred or mixed-breed. Purebred breeders will be up front with you: does your athletic ability match the dog’s? How skilled are you at handling a dog? What will you and your dog do together?

© 2017 Robyn M Fritz

Celebrating Our Deceased Animals

MurphyIn Loving Memory

Murphy Brown Fritz

July 28, 1998 – March 8, 2012

“Dogs don’t make our lives better, they make them bigger.” from a commercial during the Westminster Dog Show.

Every member of our animal family makes a difference in our life. They bring us joy and frustration, humility and grace. With luck and perseverance, we do the same for them. That’s the human-animal bond in action.

Animals are not our healers and teachers, they are not gurus, they are family and friends. Those of us who live with them know we are not making it up—they are souls who have chosen animal bodies to do their work. They are equal to us, conscious, have jobs to do, free choice, and opinions. And, my goodness, did Murphy have opinions!

And this quote says it all: she made my life bigger because she had the patience and sense of humor to wait for me to catch up to her. Everything I do today, from trying to be a better person to helping people in their intuitive and spiritual lives—it all started in 1998 with this amazing soul in a dog body. I did not see it coming. All I knew was that I was buying a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy. But the minute I walked through the door and our eyes met, we both did a double-take as I heard a voice in my head say, “Oh, it’s you!” And that was before I ever heard of animal communication.

M-S Family Cam 7Murphy was another incarnation of a soul that has been with me all this lifetime, and in many others. Her brother, Alki, was the same soul, and that soul is back again as little Oliver Alki.

Five years on I still miss her so much it hurts. But I wouldn’t trade the life I had with her for anything.

She inspired my creative and intuitive life. And she still says that, somehow, I inspired her.

Today she remains in the afterlife, working in the form of a golden human woman, continuing to work between portals to usher in a new multi-dimensional reality, where we all step up to create fellowship and harmony across the planet and the universe.

Our animals sometimes choose remarkable jobs, work we didn’t even know existed. All their jobs are important, to them, to us, to a loving world.

Because I can’t hug her today, please hug your animals for me. For us. For a loving world. For peace. For humans and animals forming multi-species families. For the fun times, the happy times, the hard ones, the letting-go ones.

I love you, Murphy. And yes, I do remember I promised to bury your ashes on the first nice day of spring. I just didn’t say what year.

Until we meet again at the Interstellar Café. And thanks, Dad, for taking care of her. And thank you, Murphy, for taking care of him. And Alki. And … the universe.

© 2017 Robyn M Fritz 

It’s in the Breed: Checking out Dogs at the 2017 Seattle Kennel Club Dog Show

DSC00565Live with a dog or want to? Do yourself, and the dog, a huge favor and find out what’s in it. Purebred or mixed-breed, there’s hundreds of years of genetics involved that can make or break a family. In short, there’s a lot going on in your dog.

I know. As someone who lives with dogs, writes about the human-animal bond, and works as an animal communicator, I know that most of the enchantment and heartbreak of living with dogs comes down to their breeding.

Yes, you want a healthy dog, no question. And no, I don’t care where you go to get one (I do, but I won’t get into that now). What I want, and I know you want, is to get a dog that suits your lifestyle. Well, guess what? Your dog wants the same thing. And needs it, to stay in the happy home you’re creating for it.

DSC00569As you know, for hundreds of years the dogs we live with now did work we bred them to do, from herding cattle and sheep to guarding the castle, killing rats, and especially, of course, being loyal companions. Purebred or mixed breed, there can be a lot going on in there.

For example, back in 1998 I was researching breeds. It had been 12 years since I had a dog, my beloved English Cocker Spaniel, Maggie. But the dogs I was looking at didn’t feel right to me, just … not right for me anymore. I wanted a smaller, easier dog, and considered the Norfolk and Norwich terriers. I talked to a few people who had them, who rightly warned me that terriers were a handful no matter their size and needed more exercise than I could provide, and so terriers got eliminated.

Then I did what I’m going to suggest you do: I checked out the American Kennel Club (AKC) registry, and just read about the different breeds. If you’ve ever watched a dog show on TV (or gone to a show, like this weekend’s Seattle Kennel Club Dog Show), you know the dogs are shown by breed first and group second. So dogs fall into toys, hounds, herding, working, sporting, terriers, and non-sporting (miscellaneous, dogs who don’t fit other categories).

Within those categories are dogs who are bred for certain functions. Dogs like Dalmatians are bred to run all day, others like the working group’s Bernese Mountain Dogs were used in the Swiss Alps as farm dogs. Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, like my dog, Ollie, are toy dogs, bred to be companions first, and indifferent birding dogs second (the lords of the manor used them to flush birds, who knows why, with all that hair).

So what’s the problem? There isn’t one, if you do your homework. Sadly, too many people don’t.

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Ollie the Cavalier

I ended up with a Cavalier because of size and temperament. I’m handicapped, and couldn’t go as far as an English Cocker needs, let alone many of the other breeds. In other words, I did my research to find a dog I could live with who could also live with me. Three dogs later, we’re doing just fine.

Other dogs are not. I know someone who adopted a shelter dog who clearly had herding blood in its background. This dog did what came naturally to herding dogs, who were bred to nip at the heels of cattle and sheep to keep them moving in the right direction. This dog nipped at its owners’ feet, scaring them since they were older and had stairs. They followed their veterinarian’s advice and euthanized him.

Tragic, shocking and unnecessary, if that’s the whole story. First, they should have gone to a shelter who could better guess what was in the dog’s breeding and advise them on what to expect; and second, they should have returned him to the shelter in hopes he could find another home. My opinion. Probably yours, too.

I also know plenty of people who bought dogs they thought were cute but did not fit their lifestyle. Hounds who were left home unattended all day and became sullen and snappish. Big breeds like Shepherds and Labradors and Golden Retrievers who lost their homes because they grew up untrained and couldn’t be managed (some of these breeds are puppy-like for three years or more, meaning early and prolonged training is essential). A friend who went to the shelter and brought home a large breed dog who destroyed her furniture, but who called me crying, asking what to do, and worked with a trainer I recommended (eight years later they are still a happy pair).

So how do you decide?

Check out the AKC site, as suggested. And head off this weekend to the dog show. Watch the dogs in the ring, attend the Meet the Breed groups both days, to learn about breeds that intrigue you, and visit the many booths that breed clubs staff to let you meet a dog and ask questions. These are people who love dogs, know their dogs, and want for you and the dog you choose (and who chooses you) to live happily ever after.

And have fun!

© 2017 Robyn M Fritz 

Dogs Out and About in Seattle: Hit the Dog Show March 11-12!

DSC00553What do you do with your dogs?

If you’re like me, you’re out and about with them as much as possible, and always looking for something different to do. Well, guess what? Our dogs are thinking that, too—what can we do together besides the same-old yawner of a walk?

Sure, I’m an animal communicator so I know because they tell me, but I assure you that everyone can know what their dogs are thinking simply by observing them on walks—do they check out the new spring flowers, notice what’s going on around them, or are they simply slogging along like you are, a bit bored with the same old?

DSC00552Seattle is a good place to live with dogs. Except maybe for this winter, when going out is more a matter of endurance than fun exercise.

I meet dogs and their people all the time when I’m out with my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Ollie, who’s a bundle of energy (somehow, the older you get the more energy your dog seems to have, or Ollie is just more rambunctious than my previous two Cavaliers, or … something). I also meet them in my work as a pet blogger and author who writes about the human-animal bond, and as an animal communicator. That’s a job that combines everything from extensive knowledge of canine behavior (what I call family harmony) and health issues to grief counseling and dying and transitioning.

One question I hear a lot, on the street and in sessions, is how to make living with dogs more active and more fun. Sure, there are dog parks, but I’m not the only one avoiding them because of safety and health reasons. And you can vary walks.

But what about dog sports?

One sport I just heard about in Whole Dog Journal is canine parkour, the dog-friendly version of parkour. If you’ve seen the human version, you’ve seen people running, climbing, jumping, and generally managing obstacles on either a designed course or, as I’ve seen in downtown Seattle, an improvised one (using steps and ramps to add variety to a run).

Well, now you can do it with your dog and even get a certificate, if you’re so inclined (it’s done by video submission, no traveling to events). What I like about it is it emphasizes safety above all: for example, your dog must have a safety harness, he or she can’t jump more than shoulder height, and you must spot him or her, or you don’t score. What I like even more is that it supports strength training and body awareness for both me and Ollie, and it gave me ideas for entertaining him, and keeping him fit, by offering him challenges on our daily walks. So I showed him how to hop on a foot-high rock on a walk: at first he hesitated, but the next day he completely owned it. Could’ve been Mount Everest, I’m telling you!

DSC00568If you’re interested in competitive sports, check out a local training facility, and in particular the Seattle Kennel Club’s 2017 show this weekend, March 11-12, in downtown Seattle at the CenturyLink Field Event Center. Besides the traditional obedience routine you can check out agility competition, where the trainers send their dogs through a variety of obstacles.

A little timid about jumping into obedience or agility? Try rally, a stepping stone up from the AKC Canine Good Citizen trial to obedience. Here you and your dog train for a variety of skills but with the emphasis on teamwork, not perfection. That means you’re creating a closer bond with your dog as well as keeping him or her stimulated and fit.

While you’re at the show check out flyball, another fun sport for you and your dog. Here the dog runs a course of jumps to trigger a box loaded with a ball, then catches the ball and returns through the jumps. Sounds fun, right? I know my Ollie would be so eager for the ball to fly again that he’d skip the return jumps to make it pop up quicker, but each to their own.

Catch flyball at 12:30 on Saturday and 11:30 on Sunday (don’t forget daylight savings time!).

There’s plenty to do both days. Leave your dogs at home, though (promise them treats, toys, and great ideas for playtime, and they’ll forgive you). Enjoy!

© 2017 Robyn M Fritz

Stunned by Grief – Why Souls Do What They Do

Grace the CatIn late May 2003 I was running errands and suddenly detoured to stop at a local pet store and get some dog cookies. They had long fostered cats and kittens from a local cat rescue service, but I was astonished to hear birds chirping, and asked if they were now adopting out birds.

“That’s kittens,” the clerk said, laughing.

That’s when it hit me, that “soul punch” that told me someone in my soul family had arrived. Again. Astonished, I blurted out, “Tweety?” as I turned and saw a tiny black-and-white kitten squeezed into the corner of the cat cage, glaring at me.

Tweety was my bantam chicken soul mate from my childhood. Now back in a kitten body. No doubt about it.

I had a brief chat with the kitten, acknowledging who she was, and wished her a great life, saying my house was full.

The dogs had another idea. As I walked through the door a few minutes later, Murphy and Alki confronted me, demanding to know where their cat sister was.

“You don’t have a cat sister,” I told them. Firmly.

“Yes we do, we saw her,” they insisted.

“You guys need to stay out of my head,” I scolded. Resigned to the inevitable.

And that is how, six hours later, Grace the Cat became part of the family. Things were perfect in my household until March 8, 2012, when Murphy died of cancer. Next in line was Alki dying of heart failure on November 17, 2014. What I somehow never expected was to lose Grace the Cat, but a massive stroke caused by a suspected brain tumor took her on September 21, 2106.

My perfect pack of three is gone. And I am stunned by grief.

We all know grief never ends. Grief hurts—it’s gut-wrenching, soul-testing pain. Grief matters, reminding us that if we didn’t grieve, we would never have lived the wonderful life we did with our animals. Grief is what death looks like in a multi-species family. It reminds us that we love, and love matters. Always and forever.

Still …

It’s hard to say goodbye to a beloved animal. Loving our animals as family members makes the uncertainty and heartache of loss as terrible as it is when we lose humans, and sometimes worse, if family and friends don’t understand and support the human-animal bond. Sadly, there are plenty of those people out there; in fact, many people who come to me for animal communication sessions in the process of losing their beloved animal family members also need grief support from someone who acknowledges their loss as what it is—devastating, debilitating, all but unendurable. Often that, too, for a time.

That’s where I’ve been in these last few weeks. My only comfort, outside of having had a wonderful (and sometimes exasperating) life with the only cat I’ve ever had, is that I know something about how souls come together, and leave again, and, yes, sometimes come back.

Yes, this is a huge subject, so for now, let’s just look at reincarnation and soul purpose.

Reincarnation, Soul Purpose, and Making It Work

The Fritz FamilyContrary to what some religious doctrines say, reincarnation happens. When it crosses species it isn’t inappropriate or a form of punishment, as mindsets that accept reincarnation sometimes imply. It’s simply the form the soul has taken to do its job for that lifetime—and an extremely advanced, old soul like the soul that has inhabited all my dogs, including my year-old son, Ollie, or the soul that became Grace the Cat, can do an awful lot.

Most humans are so focused on ourselves we’ve forgotten that literally everything is alive, has a soul, is equal to us—and has a job to do. For example, these days it’s fashionable, if myopic, for us to regard our animal companions as teachers and healers, as mystical gurus in animal bodies who are here to save us from ourselves (whatever that means). It’s a huge burden to put on anyone, and one animals may try to assume to please us, possibly to their detriment. We forget that families do learn and grow together (or should), which is why they’re families, but we’re all responsible only for ourselves.

But to assume animals are here to serve us is to forget they may have other jobs we may not know about or understand, jobs so huge they’re mind-boggling. A well-known animal communicator once talked about animal jobs at an event, then turned to me and smiled, saying, “Robyn’s animals have cosmic jobs.” Indeed, they do.

More on that in a bit, but first to families, who have soul purposes together while supporting individual purposes.

I learned things from all my animals and continue to. From my English cocker Maggie I learned to treat animals as souls. From my Cavalier King Charles spaniel Murphy I learned to live in a way I never considered, with my soul purpose front and center. From my Cavalier boy, Alki, I learned true love, which is helping me get along with my new Cavalier boy, Oliver (Ollie to all), his amusing, adorable, and rascally new incarnation. From Grace the Cat I have learned to laugh—and to live with an alien life-form, which helped when the real ones showed up. From me my kids learned to fully explore their lives and soul purposes with determination, humor, zest, love—and patience for their less accomplished human.

Could I live, love, and laugh before? Of course. But I learned new things from them, as they did from me, which is what should happen when souls come together again. We learned to live in a multi-species family while we whittled away at the other odd, challenging things we set out to do when we found our way back to each other. And so it continues.

How do you help others achieve their soul purpose, especially when most humans forget them when they’re born? Sometimes we just have to quit trying to explain it and fling ourselves into our lives—and theirs. By finding a way to live love, we free it to work its magic. And the magic happens.

Like with Grace.

My Magical Cat

Photo 7 - Alki and GraceGrace the Cat adored being a house cat (quite a difference from Tweety the chicken, who lived outside and ended up as a weasel’s lunch). Like all my animals, Grace also explored multiple dimensions, working on her own and with me at dimensional portals, which allow different dimensions to interact without blowing things up (an inadequate but necessarily simple explanation). In other times and places she would have been called a “familiar,” but whatever the term, Grace was an energy amplifier. She essentially “upped” the frequency so that I could do part of my work, which is as an ambassador to the earth, working with land and weather systems.

Grace and I did a lot of this work in our early years together. We worked with hurricanes, other weather systems, volcanoes, earthquakes … beings that most people don’t realize are alive. In fact, I’ve learned in my work that everything is alive, everything has a soul, consciousness, responsibility, free choice, and an attitude. Most humans don’t realize this, but we all have an effect on the world around us, which is why I argue against interfering with the work the planet is doing to keep itself stable, from hurricanes to earthquakes.

I’m getting back into discussing this in more detail in upcoming articles. For now, it’s enough to note that living with my animal family in the last eighteen years has deepened my fascination with souls. It’s why my work is about supporting souls, from intuitive to spiritual consulting. It’s why I know about reincarnation, and why I’m so thrilled to offer people multiple ways to tap deep into their souls with past life regression—through hypnotherapy, through intuitive insight, and through shamanic practices.

It’s why Grace went out, well, dramatically.

In our early days together I saw many previous lifetimes with Grace. Sometimes she was human and the dogs and I were cats, sometimes it was just the two of us together, working with the planet. These last years with my two soul mates—with the one soul in two dog bodies at once, and now a third dog body, and the other in a cat body—was a bit of what you’d call “upping the ante,” and not a moment too soon. Because the past lives I remember, including those shared with these remarkably advanced souls, are helping me support today’s advanced and passionate humans, who are trying to understand and live their soul purpose in a time that has forgotten much of what is not only possible, but desperately needed.

People, the world needs you. Now. Not because it needs healing, but because it needs connection. You can find your role in that by looking at your past lives, and at what you chose to do in this one.

Yes, it's true.I learned my work included working with the planet and different dimensions years before I started my current public work. I kept quiet about it for a long time, sharing it with people who quietly showed up for training. I did it when I needed to, and very little of that is public.

Until Grace had her stroke and the goddess showed up.

In more recent years, Grace and I had just played together, enjoying a quiet life. As I tended her those last five days, turning her every two hours, cuddling and feeding and cleaning her, I was glad we’d had a lifetime where we’d done some of our planetary work and a lot of goofing off. It felt good. One night as I cuddled her in bed, I whistled the little tune I called her Pied Piper song, because every time I whistled it she’d come running, even at times when she clearly didn’t want to, but couldn’t shake off the urge. (It was weirdly cute and scary at the same time.) That night, unable to walk or really move much, I whistled the tune and Grace’s face softened, she peered close at me, and reached out her left front leg to me, the only leg she could really control. It’s a picture I hope stays with me for a long time.

And then the goddess showed up.

Grace’s Choice—the Earthquake and the Hurricane

Check for solsticeThis goddess, Con Ni (yes I know her real name, but she likes this one), arrived on Tuesday, September 20, to tell me that Grace and I had one last job to do for the planet before her death, work Grace had already agreed to before Con Ni came to me. A good thing, that, because I’m not as altruistic as you’d think.

I’ll say it again, humans can and do affect planetary forces.

It happens in two ways. The first way is something we all do: if we say we “hate” rain or “hate” hurricanes or whatever, we actually send energy at what we hate and impede it in its work (it’s an energy block). That’s why I tell people to bless a hurricane on its way, or the rainstorm, or even the sunshine. It has work to do that I can explain later, but simply helps the planet maintain itself. We mess things up by interfering.

The other way humans affect planetary forces is if they have the “magic” or “intuitive ability” or whatever you call it to actually change them. Yes, change the course of a hurricane or the force of an earthquake. There aren’t many of these people out there—my guidance forces tell me about 50 planet-wide—and, yes, I’m one of them. Earth events that are affected like this are manipulated by humans. That is bad.

I refuse to do that, for reasons I will explain later, and have in old blog posts. Essentially the planet is conscious and has these things planned or, like us, has accidents, but for the most part it’s a far more complicated system than most people realize. If we change the course of a hurricane it changes the one coming along behind it, and that could be and has been catastrophic, even in our recent past. So mostly I go around and “whack” people who mess with earth events. Yes, I can be ornery, especially in the planet’s defense. (And, yes, people yell at me when I whack them and I don’t care.)

I especially interfere with those who do it on a massive scale, including at another government’s direction (we Americans are really clueless).

I will put myself on the line for that kind of work, and have, but I would never willingly put one of my kids on the line for it. Because it isn’t my choice, and I’m selfish and want them safe.

Which is why the goddess Con Ni went first to Grace. When she came to me she said the last work Grace had to do in her body was her choice, but it would drain her. It was to help me work with a manipulated earthquake directed at the Seattle area in the following two weeks, and would register somewhere between 8.0 and 9.0. This would have crippled the Pacific Northwest economy, not to mention cause widespread suffering and destruction.

Nevertheless I would never have volunteered Grace for this work; not for anything would I have asked her or allowed her to die to prevent the quake. I would have let the earthquake happen if I couldn’t find another way to work with it without endangering her. But Grace refused that option, so we tackled it together. (Yes, I’m selfish, but my work with souls makes me think that “volunteering” others to suffer or die for something, however massive an event, actually makes things worse.)

On our last night together Grace and I worked with the earthquake and dismantled it and the people behind it. For me that involved going into the quake and pulling out “red threads” that were shifting the earth while Grace amplified the energy frequency to support me. I felt pretty confident that it would not come at that magnitude, and it did not. However, since it was already set in motion, disturbed earth forces did result in smaller earthquakes, including one in Japan the next day.

We stopped the earthquake, and the next morning, September 21, Grace looked up at me and said she was done. We spent the day together, and said goodbye that evening.

Grace has been with my dad at his Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side ever since. She was so drained from her illness and the stroke (and brain tumor) and our work that she slept in the sun for a long time, and is still hanging out on the porch at my dad’s cabin, sunning herself and watching birds.

And Ollie and I are alone together, carving out a new life in our family of two.

But that wasn’t the end of Grace’s story. Because Hurricane Matthew happened.

Hurricane Matthew and Grace the Cat

Cantankerous Dog LoverHurricane Matthew marching through the Caribbean and up the east coast was not a natural hurricane any more than the earthquake Grace and I altered. It had the same red energy threads and the same nasty people forcing it to their will. When I went to work with it, as Grace joined me from the afterlife, I saw that the manipulation would propel it well beyond anything we’ve seen as a Category 5, and it would go far inland.

Now hurricanes are cleansing forces, meant to clear the water and land in their path. They are not evil and not killers, although things do die and become damaged in their path. Hurricanes are the planet’s weather defense system; it is because I talk with hurricanes that I know we are not facing global warming but an ice age.

Hurricane Matthew had a job to do and was being manipulated. After talking with it, Grace amplified energy and I went in and removed the red threads. About twenty minutes later the eyewall started to disintegrate. While I don’t know everything, I assume that it was reverting to what it was created to be, and not what it was forced to be. Still powerful, but not America-eating.

In death, as in life, Grace the Cat served the planet. I am proud of her. It doesn’t make losing her any easier. It simply means that like all souls, her soul chose a body to do specific things. She chose to come here and play, and to team with me to work with the planet.

Soul Purpose

Not all of us have complicated jobs like Grace the Cat, my dogs, or even me. We all have one job—to grow our souls, and to have fun doing it (if we can, I have to admit, my life hasn’t been a lot of fun lately).

The choices animals make when they choose a new soul experience, whether in spirit or in a new body, can offer growth opportunities beyond anything we can conceive. My kids in animal bodies healed past life issues while playing in their animal bodies and accepting jobs that are mind-boggling. Murphy was ambassador to the dragon kingdom—did you even know dragons were real? Because of her, dragons are back in the world again, real physical beings who guard the portals between earth dimensions. Stunning, right? And Alki, the same soul as Murphy, worked with multi-dimensional beings. The same soul, two bodies in the same household at the same time. That soul back again as my year-old dog, Ollie, with the multi-dimensionals waiting in the wings for him to grow up. (Right now he barks at them, which makes me laugh.)

And Grace the Cat, the energy amplifier who died a hero.

So, what is your soul purpose? Where does it take you, and why?

Not all of us are going to do the strange work that I do with the planet. But all of us have jobs to do that are equally important, that only we can do. Sometimes the jobs find us, sometimes we fall over them, sometimes we miss them. But we all have them.

What is yours?

© 2016 Robyn M Fritz

Saying Goodbye: When Our Animal Families Die

AlkiThis week I had one of those “double-edged sword” days in my work. When I ask myself why I do what I do, and know I wouldn’t do anything else.

On an almost daily basis I place myself squarely in the face of grief and loss. No, I’m not a minister or health care provider: I’m an intuitive and spiritual consultant, and right now I’m talking about animal communication.

Early in the morning I had a phone call. The woman had barely started to talk, asking those polite things we do, “I emailed, but I decided to call, too,” when I heard it in her voice: death was knocking at her door.

 Turns out, she and her husband lived with an aged Alaskan malamute, and, while the dog had been up and down all year, it seemed like down was permanent. She asked me to talk with her dog and find out: are you ready to go, is it time, do you want help, what can I do for you?

Sometimes these calls fall into the “emergency” category, as this one did. So the appointment isn’t scheduled, it’s on top of me, with no time to prepare and a serious issue to confront. What I learned and conveyed would make a difference to these two soul mates—a woman and a dog who loved each other.

Yes, there are many intuitives who won’t take these calls, whether it’s an ill or dying animal or a lost one. The pressure is intense and can be debilitating without a lot of self-awareness, self-care, and boundaries. It’s taken me a lot of time to learn this, as both a woman in a patriarchal culture and an intuitive in a skeptical one, so I took a deep breath and did what I had to do: I asked some questions to clarify the situation, and said I’d talk with the dog and call the woman back in an hour. And then I had a quick breakfast, to get myself ready for the day, and spent some time quietly chatting with the dog, who I’ll call Clem, while energetically scanning her body to get as much information as possible.

Clem fell into the “I could go or I could stay” category. She was clearly dying: she wasn’t in any pain, but old age was slowly claiming her as her body was shutting down. She felt she could die on her own, but would like some help, and “now today” worked for her. Or she could simply “walk the mystery,” as my beloved dog, Murphy, did, as she explored the dying process with me by her side, if her person didn’t want the pressure of choosing euthanasia.

As someone who loves my animal family, I can honestly say that “now today” is something you never want to hear. I can also say that I’ve honored my family’s wishes, and, with clients, I carefully explain the options. Those who are truly living the human-animal bond seriously consider their animal’s wishes. Because love matters.

Turns out, the woman wasn’t surprised by this. She had watched her dog slowly wind down for some months, and intuitively felt the time was ready. Her dog simply confirmed it, while also giving the woman the final choice: she could help her dog out that day, or she could stick with her until she died on her own or until she started to suffer.

The woman was both saddened and relieved to hear this. Knowing her dog wasn’t suffering gave her some time. I suggested that she not make an immediate decision, but simply spend the day with her dog, even make a ritual of the dying process. Our culture today tends to ignore death, but by recognizing and honoring it, we can bring beauty, comfort, and closure to a relationship, which helps in the moment and later, when only ashes remain.

I checked in with her later that day. By then it was clear to her that her dog was more than ready, there was no more doubt that it was time, and they’d had a beautiful last day together. Because I work with my dad, who’s in the afterlife and cares for the newly transitioned (another story, another time), I could monitor the process and know when Clem died and moved on.

The next day I was deeply touched to receive an email from my client saying that she’d “felt my love” all day. Yes, love matters.

Living the Human-Animal Bond

DSC02061Sometimes what animals say to us is surprising. I remember when a very ill cat told me he wanted to die: he really didn’t, as I could tell from his nuanced conversation (yes, you can pick up nuances telepathically), he really wanted to know what was wrong with him, what his person was doing about it, and what it would mean. Would he recover and be fine, or drag on and be miserable? Sadly, his person ignored the answers I offered, and, while the cat recovered, his journey to wellness would have been easier on both of them if his person had simply backed me up by explaining things. I learned from that to be careful who I worked with—because the human-animal bond as I live it, at home and at work, means that we listen to our animals, respond to them as intelligent equals, and bumble our way through life, together.

While Clem’s case ended in death, it also perfectly illustrated our lives with animals.

The human-animal bond is important to me: creating families with animals has been a major feature of my life for the last eighteen years. While I had “pets” throughout childhood, and in particular a beloved English Cocker spaniel for ten years, it wasn’t until 1998 that I consciously created a family with dogs, and, eventually, a cat (better known as our resident alien). As my relationship with my two Cavalier King Charles spaniels and the cat deepened, I “learned up” with my animal family. By that I mean I recognized that our life together was one of equals, regardless of species, that it didn’t matter that they were animals and I’m human, because the soul bond between us is there.

These days, many of us are proud to claim our animals as family members, whether we live alone with them, as I do, or other humans are involved. Living our lives with animals as family (what I call “multi-species families”) enriches us beyond anything most of us ever imagined, and, of course, adds strange complications and annoyances. I drive the car and buy the food, and my animals, well, they learn to live in a world geared towards humans, which isn’t easy for them, even for dogs like mine, which are bred to do exactly that. My life isn’t college costs or “sex and drugs” talk: it’s poop bags and leash training and finding a way to communicate when English isn’t their first language.

In this brave world of the human-animal bond, we and our animal families have learned up from ancient necessity that brought wolves to our nomadic camps to heart and soul growth in our modern comfy neighborhoods. It makes for strange and fascinating lives—and the heartache of loss as terrible as it is when we lose humans, even worse if family and friends don’t understand and support us.

But on that day, when a woman and a dog said goodbye to each other, that was a day to celebrate. Because someone loved her dog and lost her. Because she and her dog did everything right. Because I could provide some small comfort in the process.

We always hate to see them go—grief hurts. We can also always celebrate the bond—because grief means we loved and were loved.

And love matters.

Yes, it hurts sometimes, but that’s why I do what I do. Because once in a while I can be there at a crucial moment in the life of a multi-species family. Because I can help. Because I can bear witness to what really matters in our busy, mixed-up, noisy world.

Love.

© 2016 Robyn M Fritz