How My Dog Told Me About the Pain in His Face

Introduction:

I first published the following blog post in November 2021. I posted the article on my then Facebook page, and it attracted over 6,000 readers in the space of two weeks. Since these events were described, I have been on a remarkable journey of discovery into the world of subtle energy, animal communication, energy healing and beyond. I come from a background of scientific and academic atheism, and I still, to this day, hold no religious beliefs. However, I have had to substantially adjust my thinking about how the world functions as I was brought up to understand it.

It has been very uncomfortable at times to get to grips with what has presented itself, which is factual evidence of intelligence beyond the boundaries of what I know most people currently accept. However, I have proof. Too much now for me to turn away from it. Having been through an arduous process of overcoming my fears about speaking up, I am excited to share events, evidence, and scientific concepts that will ultimately benefit humanity and contribute to the desperately needed shift towards helping people have happier lives.

I hope you enjoy following my story unfolding in this series of blogs and podcasts over the coming weeks. Thank you for being open-minded and supportive; I hope you enjoy the journey!

My Original Post: How My Dog Told Me About the Pain in His Face

"I had this lady do a reading of my cats the other day," said Karen on our book group monthly call. "Oh? That's interesting; what happened?" we all asked, almost in one voice. Karen explained there was this lady she had found, Julie, who was an animal communicator and armed with just a picture of Karen's cats and Karen herself, Julie was able to impart a wealth of information about the cats, including some accurate facts, which Karen was clear to us, Julie could not have known.

I have mentioned before in previous blogs I have been brought up without any religious beliefs, and that has never changed. Religion is too biased, in my opinion, towards human control. However, I am fascinated with the energy of our lives, born long ago out of "reading" the energy vibes of people in meetings and subsequently extended into all manner of intriguing avenues of astonishing experiences people have had, both alive and dead. 

You see, my view is if I don't know whether something exists or not, I open my mind to all possibilities. I often listen to people say there is no such thing as life after death. I say under my breath every single time, "You don't know that, so why reject it? Why not instead be curious about it?" That is what science and medicine need to do with human energy because we are not just comprised of flesh, blood, and bones, and our global health issues will never be solved until we become inclusive of our entire physical and energy being.

Back to my dog. My dog is one of the most happy, gentle, stoic, giving, lovely-natured dogs you could meet. He loves life; he loves adventures; he loves being outside, and he loves having fun. Earlier this summer, he was hanging out with some friends for the day and went surfing, riding the waves on the surfboards, with and without adults onboard.

He was also digging in the sand, having a blast, and he stepped into a sand hole and wrenched his shoulder. No problem, he never complained and carried on having fun all day, indeed all summer, but by the end of the summer, he was limping on and off and needed some attention. Separately from this, he had slowed down eating, involuntarily shaking his head occasionally, and had what can only be described as "ice-cream brain-freeze" moments when drinking cold water.

Now, in relative terms, my dog is reasonably old, heading towards 14 years, but age is just a number; this guy is active, fit, and supple. His older brother (not related other than by adoption) lived until he was 19, so there is a doggy reputation to uphold here. However, age does invariably start to cause creaks and aches as bones and joints get a little worn down. So, with his lameness, slow eating, and pain shakes, several visits to the vet started a few weeks ago.

They found an issue with an old tooth extraction: a bit of root left. After a 4-hour operation that was dug out, he was considerably happier. The frightening brain-freeze reaction to cold water stopped. Next, the leg, various thoughts, arthritis, and pulled ligament. There is not much a vet can see with soft tissue damage on X-rays; they were focused on his mouth anyway. He had a massage specialist who confirmed restricted movement, so I booked an appointment with an animal physiotherapist.

Segway back to Karen talking about the animal communicator and her cats. After the tooth operation and massage, but before the physio appointment, I decided to try out Julie for myself. There was so much going on for my dog; would I learn anything to help him? What the heck, I thought, it cost USD 75 for an hour, and if it was rubbish, then I had not exactly lost a huge amount.

I spoke to Julie on the phone to arrange the reading appointment. She sounded charming, based in Utah, I am in Scotland, she asked for a picture of my dog and me, separately or together it didn't matter, she just needed to see our eyes. She specifically asked me not to give her any other details as this would clutter her mind with my dog's communication. She explained that he sent her images via telepathy, and she would tell me about them and ask what they meant to me.

Well, why not? What if he could communicate telepathically? If we humans can talk on a phone instantly, in real time, if we can send television pictures all over the world, instantly, in real-time, just because we see technology in action, do we limit our beliefs to the communication methods we have all become accustomed to? We didn't even have any of these only a few tens of years ago. And why should humans only talk to humans? I will open my mind to anything out of curiosity. Do we limit our beliefs about animal intelligence just because we don't know? Well, you can decide for yourself with what happened next.

I phoned Julie at our appointed time, and my dog was beside me. She asked me to keep him awake; otherwise, she could not connect to him. She repeated the instruction not to tell her any more than she asked so she was not cluttered in her communication by my words.

I won't list all the call details, but here are some highlights. Julie told me Askar loved his name (nice, but that didn't mean it came from him). She informed me he had once had a cough a long time ago. That's true; he had a kennel cough when we first got him. She said he had sore back hips and some arthritis, but not enough to bother him, just not as bouncy as he used to be. This was also true, but that could happen to any dog, right?

Julie then told me Askar said he had a sore right front leg above his elbow. This is where his injury was. Was this a lucky guess? She then said he didn't dig much, but the day he hurt his leg, he dug in something soft and wet; she asked if he dug in wet mud, and I said, "Sand?". She said yes, that would explain it; he was showing her something soft and wet, and he didn't mind hurting his leg because he was having the best fun ever that day! OK, this was starting to get a little real now – he was surfing and digging in the sand that day if you recall, and he LOVES hanging out with my friends; he always has so much fun with them!

Next from Julie, "He is showing me a massive heavy-set golden-coloured dog, a retriever or something like that, but massive, hefty set, big muscles and bones, who is that?." I paused. OK, this IS getting real. "Well, that must be Merlin, my parents' dog!" I replied. Julie said, "Askar says Merlin isn't very bright; he has to help Merlin understand things. He doesn't mind; he loves Merlin and thinks he is funny, but he has to help him out quite a lot. Merlin LOVES looking at the ocean. Askar likes the water but doesn't understand Merlin's love of the ocean. Merlin loves looking at the ocean because he knows your dad loves the ocean."

Visions of pictures my dad had shown me of standing on the bridge of a ship watching giant waves in a massive storm in the Antarctic flowed through my mind. When everyone else had retreated to their cabins to lie down or be sick, Dad sought the best vantage point to watch nature's raw power. "Yeah, dad does love the ocean!" I replied, now a little in awe and giggling about Askar's description of Merlin's intelligence. It's a bit of a family "discussion" about the relative brightness of the two dogs. Merlin is a huge, loveable, cuddly bear of a golden Labrador, as you can see below. I must clarify that Julie had no sight of any pictures of Merlin at any point; this one is just for you.

There were other details about people, some who are with us… and some not! A very thin, incredibly handsome gentleman, holding a glass bottle of soda, wearing a yellow short-sleeved jacket and blue shirt and trousers, is waiting by my 99-year-old grandmother's side for her to pass over and to marry her, surrounded by fields of flowers. He sits next to her on the sofa every day, keeping her company, and when she crosses over, they will both revert to being young and vibrant again, and he cannot wait to be her husband.

You can believe this if you like or not. I only write the narrative that Julie gave me, and my grandmother lost her childhood pilot sweetheart in the Battle of Britain, aged just 19. Is this him? Is the yellow jacket perhaps a life-saver and the blue shirt and trousers his RAF uniform? My grandmother often speaks of feeling someone close, someone who gives her answers to her crossword clues when she takes a break and quietens her thoughts. If I open my mind to the possibility this is him, then the only reply I can come up with is, why not, and how beautiful?

Anyway, here is the meat on the bones of this story. One of Julie's final messages to me from my dog is that he had a blocked nose on the right-hand side, his sinus was hurting, and he couldn't smell. A giant penny dropped for me. Was his face pain a sinus issue? Neither the vets nor I had thought of that. Julie, who, by the way, works closely with her local vets, told me to get it checked out. I spoke to Askar's vets the next day, and we undertook to take a look if his facial pain continued, although this would involve an x-ray, an anaesthetic and no guarantee they would spot anything. However, fate had another card up its sleeve.

Two days after the call with Julie, we had our first physio appointment for my dog's leg. We battled through torrential rain and flash floods to a smart little building in the next county and met this super bubbly lady, Tracey. Tracey had a thermal imaging camera, similar to a smartphone in size and shape; it allowed her to see where heat and inflammation were building up in the muscle tissue of pets.

Tracey took pictures of my dog's legs and spine and confirmed his leg muscle needed attention. As she snapped away, we instantly saw the results, and out of my mouth came the words, "There might be a chance something is wrong with his right-hand sinus. Would that show up on your camera?". "Certainly," said Tracey; she took a picture looking down at his head and there, as plain as day, was a big cold spot. "Oh yes, he has a problem; look, it's causing swelling all down his nose and into his eye socket".

I am proud that I took this all in without blinking or even detracting from the focus on my dog's leg.

However, there you have it.

My dog had told me about the pain in the right-hand side of his face.

Here is his thermal image, looking down onto his face, eye sockets are the bright white spots on the left, his nose is blue on the right, and the arrow points to the issue in his right-hand sinus area, and you can see the red swelling extending down his nose.

Armed with the thermal image, Askar's vets referred him to a specialist vet who took a CT scan of his face, which had to be interpreted by an even more specialist vet, who spotted a fracture in the furthest deepest tooth root on the upper right-hand side of his jaw. This fracture had become infected, and the infection had spread into his cheekbone, affecting his sinus and eye socket.

As I write this, we await a specialist vet dental appointment. Askar is, after all, an exceptional dog. 

Julie said that our pets read every one of our thoughts. They never forget a single second of their lives. They live in the moment and try to give us what they think we want. They take us literally. They respond deeply to our feelings and energy and always try to communicate with thoughts, feelings and images.

We all have the innate ability to communicate on nature's level. We have lost that ability by becoming lazy, uneducated in our intuitive senses, and assuming incorrectly that our human ways are the only ways. However, nature is more magical than we will ever know or understand.

Sometimes, we receive signs from our animals that they are listening, and we dismiss them, thinking how funny it is that they "seem to be telling us something". I mentioned Askar's 19-year-old brother earlier. Tober left this world in September 2019, a desperately sad day, but he was ready to go. In the months prior, his body was weakening, but his spirit was still so strong, and when having one of the "is it time" conversations, the old dog was lying at my husband's feet, looking up, seemingly listening in. My husband abruptly stopped talking and then announced, "Tober isn't going anywhere just yet." He took this photo and sent it to me; Tober's middle toe was saying it all.

When we get caught up in our human trivia of wanting money, status, fancy houses, showing off to our friends, or suffering from imposter syndrome, thinking we are not good enough for reasons we cannot even define, or perhaps feeling old before our time because age is just a number.... we lose sight of who we are, of what we are as nature's animals, and the astonishing gifts and talents we were each individually born with.

Remember always to open your mind; everything you see and understand now was once something we did not understand. And, as a species, we must start re-opening our minds to read the energy and be interested in the feelings of all others... human and non-human.

Has Askar been clever enough to help his pain by finding a way to tell me? Did he even go further than that and somehow rearrange the timings? You will likely immediately doubt this, but who honestly knows? The physio appointment had to be unexpectedly shifted from 2 weeks before. If that hadn't moved, if Karen hadn't mentioned Julie, if I hadn't booked that call when I did, we would never be where we are now, and my dog would still be stoically suffering in immense pain. When we open our minds to the impossible, anything becomes possible.

As a final, perhaps boastful, but adoring accolade to the brilliance of this beautiful animal, aged fourteen, the specialist vet commented as Askar leapt into the car after a long day of anaesthetics, CT scans, poking and prodding, that he couldn't believe Askar's age, because he was the fittest dog he has seen in a long time. What a great pup.

March 2024

I wrote that blog post two and a half years ago. Little did I know at the time that this experience would completely change the course of my life. Askar had a life-saving operation, somewhat delayed due to COVID-19, but just before Christmas 2021, he received the most incredible treatment and support from Edinburgh Vet School. His face and mouth went on to make a full recovery. Sadly, he was always hampered by the injury to his leg, but he lived on for another wonderfully happy two years.

This post is the first of a series of blogs and podcasts I am about to share of how I have become a highly tuned psychic energy reader, and all I did was follow my curiosity, book myself on some courses, practice and keep an open mind. I know anyone can open up their psychic gifts because I have researched some of the conceptual science behind what I have experienced. I have trained other people to follow in several of my footsteps.

Knowing what I know now, mainly just how much intelligence exists in nature and how much we humans think we know but don't know, has made interacting with people challenging because it has emphasised how horrible we are to ourselves and each other for no justifiable reason!

I have been hiding away for the better part of two years now as I've encountered profound experience after experience. I now have so much evidence and fantastic information to share that I can no longer hold back from speaking up. I hope you enjoy the unfolding story of my journey into the world of subtle energy; if you choose to ride this wave of woo-woo adventures with me, I would love to welcome you along for the ride.