Bethanne Elion's Blog
January 10, 2012
Psychic False Pregnancy
Despite being able to see some things quite clearly psychically, there are times I feel it is very important to use both sides of the brain in making decisions or finding answers. One of those times happened yesterday with my six and a half year old Newfoundland dog, India. She is an unspayed female and at about the two month mark since having her heat.
India started her signs of having a false pregnancy and with the time frame she is due to deliver the ghostly pups by Friday the 13th of this week. She is not the alpha bitch of this household (insert your own humor here). As a subordinate it is not surprising that she goes through such false pregnancies. In the wild it is the alpha female who has the pups and the other females go through false pregnancies and have milk to nurse the litter if needed or can take over if something happens to the alpha. How beautifully nature provides! So India goes through her false pregnancies and deliveries.
This time it has escalated though! Her pawing the carpet and digging holes outside is accompanied by howling with head up to the sky and whining and clinging to me. She literally has been spooning with me at night. I have to say with the cold weather she is saving a bundle on my heating bill by having her as a blanket! But despite seeing in my mind's eye a faux singleton pup in her uterus, and despite seeing my guide throwing out CBC results in a waste paper basket because there was nothing there to worry about, I was concerned because there is an overlap of symptoms with something very serious - Pyometra (a life threatening infection of the uterus). Her overlap symptoms included excessive water drinking, panting, not eating. Her body temp was normal but with a big dog like this I won't take a chance. I decided to take her in for a quick check.
The vet I use for emergencies is somewhat local - Dr. Christian. She is just lovely! Always cheery and happy to see India. Though she is western in her methods she is very open to my ways and so respectful. I can work well with someone like her because of that mutual respect. She checked India over and felt that she was within that first stage of the false pregnancy - the week before delivery. The next stage would go for about three weeks then all should calm down. She did a swab of the vulva and no infection was found and we decided to hold off doing a CBC since India did eat and did not vomit and she really just looked like a massive false pregnancy case.
I realized while standing there that we had a double whammy going on at that moment. It was not just a full moon but a full moon in kidney season by Chinese Five Element. The moon can effect dogs with kidney, thyroid and adrenal issues or the sex organs. We had those two issues plus I have been noticing excessive chem trails in the sky as of late. No doubt that that could be effecting her hormone levels as well.
So I loaded my big black love bug back into the car and had just enough time to make it over to the lake to watch the sun set and to photograph it. I felt a sense of relief. Even though I do trust what I am shown, I want the validation that I am not sugar coating anything because it is my dog and I love her so much. Sometimes we don't want to see things as they really are. That and when it comes to health issues nothing beats a lovely diagnosis with test results that are valid and accurate. If the testing is safe to do and not real money grabbers I will opt every time to have that sense of peace.
As an animal communicator and pet psychic I feel that there is a sense of ethics that needs to be followed regarding prescribing and diagnosis. I do neither! I have been goaded many times by would be clients who insist that I diagnose their pets. I will point you in the right direction and give the feelings and how it manifests physically but I am not an x-ray machine nor is there a DVM after my name. Having an animal looked at by a professional eye can be a life saver and is another aspect of getting the whole picture even for someone like me who sees the inside story without the x-ray machine. Vets see myriad animals every day and have an extreme reference in their experience as to what is happening in an individual case. Though one may choose to do a different course of action than a vet suggests, the diagnostic tools can be priceless.
My vet felt I probably had more rabbits in my hat than she to help India have some peace through her faux pregnancy. I have been putting rescue remedy on India's earflaps and spraying a bit into her mouth and also using a bit of lavender essential oil to massage her neck and head so that she inhales the fragrance of it. I also used a wee bit of rose essential oil to keep her spiritually high and equal to me since we reflect each other in so many ways.
India started her signs of having a false pregnancy and with the time frame she is due to deliver the ghostly pups by Friday the 13th of this week. She is not the alpha bitch of this household (insert your own humor here). As a subordinate it is not surprising that she goes through such false pregnancies. In the wild it is the alpha female who has the pups and the other females go through false pregnancies and have milk to nurse the litter if needed or can take over if something happens to the alpha. How beautifully nature provides! So India goes through her false pregnancies and deliveries.
This time it has escalated though! Her pawing the carpet and digging holes outside is accompanied by howling with head up to the sky and whining and clinging to me. She literally has been spooning with me at night. I have to say with the cold weather she is saving a bundle on my heating bill by having her as a blanket! But despite seeing in my mind's eye a faux singleton pup in her uterus, and despite seeing my guide throwing out CBC results in a waste paper basket because there was nothing there to worry about, I was concerned because there is an overlap of symptoms with something very serious - Pyometra (a life threatening infection of the uterus). Her overlap symptoms included excessive water drinking, panting, not eating. Her body temp was normal but with a big dog like this I won't take a chance. I decided to take her in for a quick check.
The vet I use for emergencies is somewhat local - Dr. Christian. She is just lovely! Always cheery and happy to see India. Though she is western in her methods she is very open to my ways and so respectful. I can work well with someone like her because of that mutual respect. She checked India over and felt that she was within that first stage of the false pregnancy - the week before delivery. The next stage would go for about three weeks then all should calm down. She did a swab of the vulva and no infection was found and we decided to hold off doing a CBC since India did eat and did not vomit and she really just looked like a massive false pregnancy case.
I realized while standing there that we had a double whammy going on at that moment. It was not just a full moon but a full moon in kidney season by Chinese Five Element. The moon can effect dogs with kidney, thyroid and adrenal issues or the sex organs. We had those two issues plus I have been noticing excessive chem trails in the sky as of late. No doubt that that could be effecting her hormone levels as well.
So I loaded my big black love bug back into the car and had just enough time to make it over to the lake to watch the sun set and to photograph it. I felt a sense of relief. Even though I do trust what I am shown, I want the validation that I am not sugar coating anything because it is my dog and I love her so much. Sometimes we don't want to see things as they really are. That and when it comes to health issues nothing beats a lovely diagnosis with test results that are valid and accurate. If the testing is safe to do and not real money grabbers I will opt every time to have that sense of peace.
As an animal communicator and pet psychic I feel that there is a sense of ethics that needs to be followed regarding prescribing and diagnosis. I do neither! I have been goaded many times by would be clients who insist that I diagnose their pets. I will point you in the right direction and give the feelings and how it manifests physically but I am not an x-ray machine nor is there a DVM after my name. Having an animal looked at by a professional eye can be a life saver and is another aspect of getting the whole picture even for someone like me who sees the inside story without the x-ray machine. Vets see myriad animals every day and have an extreme reference in their experience as to what is happening in an individual case. Though one may choose to do a different course of action than a vet suggests, the diagnostic tools can be priceless.
My vet felt I probably had more rabbits in my hat than she to help India have some peace through her faux pregnancy. I have been putting rescue remedy on India's earflaps and spraying a bit into her mouth and also using a bit of lavender essential oil to massage her neck and head so that she inhales the fragrance of it. I also used a wee bit of rose essential oil to keep her spiritually high and equal to me since we reflect each other in so many ways.
January 6, 2012
Hidden Wisdom Radio Returns!
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December 11, 2011
Noodle Confusion
I often get confused at the holidays whether or not I am supposed to decorate the tree with noodle pudding or with mercury glass ornaments. Being an artist I can do wonders with noodle pudding on branches so clarity here matters.
Kugel is the word for a baked Ashkenazi Jewish pudding or casserole that is mainly egg noodles.
Yet - kugel is the German word for a sphere or ball. I have at least fifty of these lovely mercury glass ball ornaments. They are a favorite of mine because they are a crackle glass. Pure unlined, unblemished glass seems so uninteresting to me. Like people - I like all the quirks and faults and lines from history found in their faces. Lies, bad decisions, humbly accepting responsibility for these actions and seeing it as just one more life lesson to add to the beautiful cracks in the reflected glass - reflected because we all are this way.
I have no use for perfection. I want a wire sticking out of the top and crooked angles, lines in obvious places and softness in the light of day. This makes me happy.
So decorate your tree with noodles or kugels or both. Whatever you decide it is all about a celebration of life. It's ornamental my dear Watson!
Kugel is the word for a baked Ashkenazi Jewish pudding or casserole that is mainly egg noodles.
Yet - kugel is the German word for a sphere or ball. I have at least fifty of these lovely mercury glass ball ornaments. They are a favorite of mine because they are a crackle glass. Pure unlined, unblemished glass seems so uninteresting to me. Like people - I like all the quirks and faults and lines from history found in their faces. Lies, bad decisions, humbly accepting responsibility for these actions and seeing it as just one more life lesson to add to the beautiful cracks in the reflected glass - reflected because we all are this way.
I have no use for perfection. I want a wire sticking out of the top and crooked angles, lines in obvious places and softness in the light of day. This makes me happy.
So decorate your tree with noodles or kugels or both. Whatever you decide it is all about a celebration of life. It's ornamental my dear Watson!
October 20, 2011
Stones and Sticks
Stones and Sticks - a Spirit Story
© 2010 Bethanne Elion
excerpt from upcoming book
The co-op is an hour from home up a winding two lane Vermont road. It was not unusual to pass 51' trucks nor was it the first time that one bounced a rock off its roof and smack into my windshield. I felt the glass take a hit but did not see a break trail yet. I knew it was coming and I knew I would be spending an afternoon at Portland Glass having the window changed out. I drove on in silence looking out at the snowscape - hay bails left to rot in the fields, the old barn with the caved in roof and the partially frozen lake. Next to me I felt the spirit of an old friend watching out the window but resting his hand on my shoulder - as if comfort was needed.
"It was just a stone - now if it had been sticks and stones I could see a little comforting would be great. But really - I'm fine." I had a niggling feeling that the stone was not why he was being gentle with me. In my third eye I suddenly felt embraced by Gray Wolf, as if we were standing in a void and he was comforting me.
'Oh great,' I thought. 'He knows something I don't and I'll bet chocolate that I am not going to like what it is.'
After shopping I loaded ten canvas bags of groceries into the Honda Element. In my third ear I heard a blood curdling scream from a dog. It sounded too much like my Labrador, Isabelle. Immediately I calmed myself and projected to my home - walking through room by room to check for danger and to see for myself that Isabelle was safe. India and Isabelle were asleep in the living room, though Isabelle felt my presence, wagged her tail, shifted her position and went back to sleep.
I knew the scream was real. Someone was in trouble. My instinct was to head straight home. Though I had seen it within my third eye that my dogs were okay, I wanted to experience it with my two physical eyes and touch them with my hands and know they were unharmed in any way. But who had barked in such a distressful way as if terribly surprised or hurt?
As I neared the town before mine my headlights caught the eyes on the road. In the opposite lane lay a young yellow dog. Car after car swerved to avoid the body.
"No!" I screamed.
Intuitively I knew not to stop. That stretch of road was dangerous and the dog was quite obviously dead. There was no safe place for me to pull over. I felt a deep, to the core cry welling up inside of me and primal noises sounds collecting in my throat. Tears fell. This was the dog who had cried in such distress. I heard him being hit.
But as I tried to calm down I realized that the spirit of the young dog was bouncing along the roadside. He did not know he was dead. My soul walked towards the puppy beckoning him to bounce along beside me. In front of us was The Light. I could feel the peaceful draw from the other side. I pointed almost as if throwing a stick into it.
"Go on now - time to go home!"
The puppy bounced as if he had springs in his feet. He wasn't about to leave my side. I remembered what I had said to Gray Wolf earlier and looked down to the ground. There, a few feet from me was a stick about twelve inches long and quite straight. I reached for it, looked at the puppy and directed, "Fetch!" I threw the stick into the light. The puppy followed it. "So much easier than humans." I was relieved at how simple it had been to cross the dog over.
I turned my attention to drying my tears and watching the road. The light had calmed me, but the human side of me still felt so sad. Someone's dog had died.
That night the phone reading I did was for a woman whose rescued dog had been hit by a car and died two months after she had taken him in. As we talked I saw her dog with the yellow puppy safe and happy on the other side. The woman felt terrible guilt over her dog's death - though it was not something she had any control over. I told her about the puppy in the road and crossing him over.
"What's done is done." I told her. "Your dog turned your head towards rescuing other dogs which was his job to do. Now you have two. He is content where he is. He guided you just as long as you needed it. You saved him when he needed it. It is all perfect as is."
© 2010 Bethanne Elion
excerpt from upcoming book
The co-op is an hour from home up a winding two lane Vermont road. It was not unusual to pass 51' trucks nor was it the first time that one bounced a rock off its roof and smack into my windshield. I felt the glass take a hit but did not see a break trail yet. I knew it was coming and I knew I would be spending an afternoon at Portland Glass having the window changed out. I drove on in silence looking out at the snowscape - hay bails left to rot in the fields, the old barn with the caved in roof and the partially frozen lake. Next to me I felt the spirit of an old friend watching out the window but resting his hand on my shoulder - as if comfort was needed.
"It was just a stone - now if it had been sticks and stones I could see a little comforting would be great. But really - I'm fine." I had a niggling feeling that the stone was not why he was being gentle with me. In my third eye I suddenly felt embraced by Gray Wolf, as if we were standing in a void and he was comforting me.
'Oh great,' I thought. 'He knows something I don't and I'll bet chocolate that I am not going to like what it is.'
After shopping I loaded ten canvas bags of groceries into the Honda Element. In my third ear I heard a blood curdling scream from a dog. It sounded too much like my Labrador, Isabelle. Immediately I calmed myself and projected to my home - walking through room by room to check for danger and to see for myself that Isabelle was safe. India and Isabelle were asleep in the living room, though Isabelle felt my presence, wagged her tail, shifted her position and went back to sleep.
I knew the scream was real. Someone was in trouble. My instinct was to head straight home. Though I had seen it within my third eye that my dogs were okay, I wanted to experience it with my two physical eyes and touch them with my hands and know they were unharmed in any way. But who had barked in such a distressful way as if terribly surprised or hurt?
As I neared the town before mine my headlights caught the eyes on the road. In the opposite lane lay a young yellow dog. Car after car swerved to avoid the body.
"No!" I screamed.
Intuitively I knew not to stop. That stretch of road was dangerous and the dog was quite obviously dead. There was no safe place for me to pull over. I felt a deep, to the core cry welling up inside of me and primal noises sounds collecting in my throat. Tears fell. This was the dog who had cried in such distress. I heard him being hit.
But as I tried to calm down I realized that the spirit of the young dog was bouncing along the roadside. He did not know he was dead. My soul walked towards the puppy beckoning him to bounce along beside me. In front of us was The Light. I could feel the peaceful draw from the other side. I pointed almost as if throwing a stick into it.
"Go on now - time to go home!"
The puppy bounced as if he had springs in his feet. He wasn't about to leave my side. I remembered what I had said to Gray Wolf earlier and looked down to the ground. There, a few feet from me was a stick about twelve inches long and quite straight. I reached for it, looked at the puppy and directed, "Fetch!" I threw the stick into the light. The puppy followed it. "So much easier than humans." I was relieved at how simple it had been to cross the dog over.
I turned my attention to drying my tears and watching the road. The light had calmed me, but the human side of me still felt so sad. Someone's dog had died.
That night the phone reading I did was for a woman whose rescued dog had been hit by a car and died two months after she had taken him in. As we talked I saw her dog with the yellow puppy safe and happy on the other side. The woman felt terrible guilt over her dog's death - though it was not something she had any control over. I told her about the puppy in the road and crossing him over.
"What's done is done." I told her. "Your dog turned your head towards rescuing other dogs which was his job to do. Now you have two. He is content where he is. He guided you just as long as you needed it. You saved him when he needed it. It is all perfect as is."
October 14, 2011
Wash That Ghost Right Out of My Hair
Taken from my writing journal July 1st, 2010
Yesterday was hair control day. Every five weeks I traipse up to Middlebury, VT to a salon called Texture to see the genius David for color and straightening. I have what I refer to (lovingly) as very Jewish hair. It is bushy and curly and frizzy and left to its own devises will keep growing like a Chia pet in the humidity of summer. It was a great look in the 1980s but for my age and this day I prefer to take an iron to it and wear it long and straight. So David repairs the natural highlights and I get a lovely nap while under the dryer.
It's a challenge to be able to read or write while waiting for the color to set since I do wear reading glasses. If I put them on once the color and plastic baggy are on my head, the ends of the eyewear get color on them. I have given up trying to keep them clean and have a special pair for such occasions. So yesterday, for a little bit of time I worked on an outline I need for a writing project I will tell you about in another blog post. I did manage to close my eyes for a bit and felt very relaxed which is an invitation for things to start happening.
David called me back in to have the color washed out of my hair. I closed my eyes as he rinsed and massaged my hair and scalp and then she showed up. Her name was Mary and she had dyed red hair and strong red lipstick on and was puffing on a cigarette mumbling about the building electrical. I saw her in my third eye. When I wondered if she had been a customer or not she just threw her head back and laughed.
I asked David about her. He was casual and said that one of the previous owners was Mary Forte and maybe it was she who had popped in. He had not met her so was unsure about the physical description I gave him. So we don't really know but I did say to him that he should check into the electrical. He mentioned that the fuse box was dicey.
"Well get it checked!" But who, save a medium, takes advise from the dead.
I do love it when her sort pops in. I had one similar woman do the same when talking with my editor. She had been the previous owner of the editor's home and loved the place. She came back to it after death and hung around the kitchen table smoking those third eye cigarettes - chain smoking actually and attracting the attention of the golden retriever. These are the sorts of visitors I enjoy.
