Molly the Dog
Molly lives in Texas.
I have never met Molly she comes into my knowing when I do readings for her steward. She greets me at the psychic door tail wagging.
I do not know why but Molly is the animal I read the clearest.
Molly busted into a reading I was doing for her person and asked a question very important to her. "Where do I go?" She was serious and a bit frantic.
"What do you mean where do you go? Show me." I thought back to her.
"I am in the car and then I am not. Where do I go?"
She showed me a picture of her riding behind the drivers seat where she could enjoy air from the open window. Sitting being happy, getting air. She shows me her person using an emergency tone of voice, "Molly where are you?" And Molly tells me, "What does she mean where am I? I am right there. I am in the car."
"Yes, Molly. You are in the car. She just wants you to be where she can see you."
"I am always there?" asks Molly, not sure about what could happen.
"Yes you are always there. She wants to see you."
I tell the person, "When you are driving and Molly sits behind you ask her to come to the front seat. Don't ask her where she is. It makes her think she is not there because she does not understand how you could not know she was right behind you."
Molly's person laughs. "Yes I guess the stress from work is still in my voice and I worry when I can not see her. She comes into the front seat with her ears down and I always check to see if she was chewing back there."
"Her ears are down because she thinks she went invisible or something. Just ask her calmly to come to the front so you can see her with your eyes."
Molly, in Texas, at her feet while she is on the phone, looks up at her.
I have never met Molly she comes into my knowing when I do readings for her steward. She greets me at the psychic door tail wagging.
I do not know why but Molly is the animal I read the clearest.
Molly busted into a reading I was doing for her person and asked a question very important to her. "Where do I go?" She was serious and a bit frantic.
"What do you mean where do you go? Show me." I thought back to her.
"I am in the car and then I am not. Where do I go?"
She showed me a picture of her riding behind the drivers seat where she could enjoy air from the open window. Sitting being happy, getting air. She shows me her person using an emergency tone of voice, "Molly where are you?" And Molly tells me, "What does she mean where am I? I am right there. I am in the car."
"Yes, Molly. You are in the car. She just wants you to be where she can see you."
"I am always there?" asks Molly, not sure about what could happen.
"Yes you are always there. She wants to see you."
I tell the person, "When you are driving and Molly sits behind you ask her to come to the front seat. Don't ask her where she is. It makes her think she is not there because she does not understand how you could not know she was right behind you."
Molly's person laughs. "Yes I guess the stress from work is still in my voice and I worry when I can not see her. She comes into the front seat with her ears down and I always check to see if she was chewing back there."
"Her ears are down because she thinks she went invisible or something. Just ask her calmly to come to the front so you can see her with your eyes."
Molly, in Texas, at her feet while she is on the phone, looks up at her.
posted by Wrren at 8:57 AM
1 Comments:
I have a kitty who does things I don't understand... I love these little guys, and I practice being quiet and listening. And being there for them. But sometimes I just wish I had that window of knowing and understanding. Instead I just look at his fat little face and wonder.
Lucky Molly.
~S :)
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