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Distinguish Yourself From the Ordinary! (c) 2011
Distinguish Yourself From the Ordinary! (c) 2011

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Lillian's Interviews Dr. Ed Daube, The Emotions Doctor

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International Miami Book Fair presents these authors for interview by Lillian S. Cauldwell this morning from 11 a.m. to 12 p.m. Noon, Eastern.
Nina Romano-In America
James Riley-Story Thieves
Jonah Winter and Terry Widener-My Name Is James Madison Hemings
Trudy Nan Boyce-Out of the Blues
Listen via this link:
http://www.audioacrobat.com/sa/Wc7wMmjlD

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Anxiousness and the Future Talk Show Internet Host

Lights! Cameras!! Action!!

The producer just waved their hand. You're on the air. Now is the time for all good talk show internet hosts to get on the air with a positive surge to their voice.

Right?

Wrong!

Perhaps!

Right, wrong, perhaps...

Not all talk show internet hosts operate alike. Some come prepared. Know what they're going to say, how they're going to say it, and will say it with that special know-how that comes to them easily.

There are to other talk show hosts that have prepared for their big day(s) with a script in hand. They glance at it from time to time, not exactly reading it but knowing where to pause, take a gulp of air, and then peruse their script to finish up the conversation, dialogue, introduction, or ending to the story or show.

And then there are the dregs of the barrel who believe that by reading their script that the audience won't know because they can't see the host(s) reading directly from their script or teleprompter.

But, these hosts are fooling themselves. The audience knows when someone is following a script, helping themselves to 3 by 5 index cards, and outright reading of several pages of triple-spacing from a prepared text.

How do these listeners know this?

Well, because

listening to a prepared speech is like listening to someone who has read their verbiage from a prepared script.

Have you ever interviewed a guest who already knows the answers to the questions beforehand? Remember this the next time a guest asks you for the questions before the interview, and listen to what happens.

The audience already knows that this material was prepared beforehand, and they don't have to listen to it because they have already heard it before.

When you go on the internet to do your first-time research, most hosts will search for the standard questions that many people ask to get them started. You know which ones they are, but let me refresh your memory.

What made you start writing?

How old were you when you started writing?

What do you love most about writing?

Who influenced you to right?

Do you have your spouse's approval? family? friends?

And, so it goes. Generic questions that anyone can answer easily without really having to work hard at it. And, if you listen close enough, the answers given by your guests will pretty much sound the same.

Do you really want that for your audience?

Once again, this year

PWRNetwork was invited by The International Miami Book Festival to come down for an extended weekend and interview authors from all over the world.

The interview times are 10 minutes each. There's allot of questions a host can ask within a 10 minute period without using the classic questions from above. First you've got to introduce yourself, your station, and your author plus their book, then you launch into your questions. If you've listened carefully when you introduced your author, you can tell whether or not this author has read their book and is ready for an interview.

Usually you ask a question about the book itself to break the ice, then you listen to what the author has to say. From there you go on. Always make sure you save enough time for the author to brag about themselves, talk promotion and marketing of their book, and where their next interview is taking place. Only then can you ask one classical question like, "What's the name of your next book and when is it coming out?"

That's the only classical question you should be asking.

What about if the author veers to the sameness of questions because it's safer. Then, do it without sounding trite. "The customer is always right!"

The interview is about the "author" not you.

As long as you remember that, you both will score victory for both sides!
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Pearl Bailey Queen Cat by Flash Silvermoon
After my pet less year of solitude,which also coincided with a year of painful recovery from a riding accident,I was finally ready for furry love in my life again. My friend Abby,who was part of the original Lower East Side Jew-witch Tribe that moved to Melrose, was moving to California and needed a good home for her beautiful 2 year old neutered female black cat, Pearl Bailey.
I was a little hesitant as I was still adjusting to the loss of Luna but Pearl seemed like the purr-fect new familiar for me. She used to entertain all the folks at Abby's house by walking across the piano keys regularly. So what could be a better way to get back into the world of furry friends than a piano-playing black female cat named Pearl Bailey.
I was told that the only thing that she didn't like was to be picked up and held so I of course promptly had to check that out for myself as I was a confirmed animal hugger.
Just as I had suspected, Pearl loved it when I held her. She had been low cat on the totem pole in Abby's furry family but in mine, she was the QUEEN CAT!! I adored her and doted on her every move, each mew, she had me under her paw but never took advantage of the power imbalance.
There wasn't a night that went by that she didn't sleep on my chest purring me to sleep. There wasn't a card reading, nor a class that I taught in the old Church that she didn't supervise, that she didn't move from student to student around the circle collecting pets and love all over her beautiful full black body.
One of my regular clients who was totally cat phobic even befriended her. Little by little, I let the woman get used to Pearl's presence at her readings til it got to the point that if Pearl for some reason had another agenda, the woman pouted and looked bereft until her one cat friend returned for duty!
As a matter of fact many clients began feeling like they didn't get a "Real" reading unless Pearl was there too. I was not a human chauvinist, I knew my place and Pearl knew hers. For one year it was Pearl and me and we loved it; that was until the wild big puppy named Moonshadow came to live with us.
I knew that I had wanted another Shepherd as Luna had made me fall in love with the breed but I was taking my time til I really felt up to having a dog again.
Pearl and Moonie had a hilarious relationship in the beginning. Pearl, having been a solo Queen for the year was just not sure about this gangly mess of big ears and legs that seemed to crash into everything. Moonie on the other hand was totally curious about this smaller furry thing that hissed.
Together, they sort of forged a Tracy/Hepburn style relationship. Pearl would hold court on top of her favorite chair and Moonie would walk by pretending not to notice her and then take a quick well placed-sniff. Pearl on the other hand would wait til Moonie was almost past her and then swat Moon's butt with her paw. This feigned animosity gave way to out and out fondness between them. Pearl gave Moon basic training in cat etiquette or "catiquette" as I called it, and she never forgot it with any other new cat that came to live with us.
Pearl could probably have lived quite happily with no other cats in the house especially after she and Moonie and I moved to Moonhaven and Astarte,yet another dog, moved in as well.
Moon taught Astarte how to be cat savvy as she was a little rough around the edges with other animals, being part Pit Bull, Rhodesian Ridgeback,and Lab.
But this is Pearl's story and it is an amazing one for sure. Never was there a more psychically attuned cat. She always knew who in a given room of people most needed her affection and guidance and she gave that so willingly and constantly. Pearl seemed equally at home with intimacy and her independent nature, we could all aspire to such balance!
Pearl's affection for playing the piano did not end in Abby's house. It was not at all uncommon to find her sleeping on my new digital grand piano or walking across the keys when uncovered. The cat just had a piano fetish or was Mozart in a previous life or perhaps Clara Schumann.
For the most part, Pearl was the picture of serenity and grace, taking most things in stride as long as nothing in her environment changed too much and she could cuddle up with me at night.
The relationship that I had with my partner was quite turbulent however and Pearl and I had cultivated an oasis of shelter in the storm. Somehow I acquired another black cat named Sebastian in that divorce and he lived with us for another year before disappearing.
During the next year, I started feeling the need to have a baby something. It all started when a baby goat fell into my hands at the County fair and I cradled her til her mama goat could be found. That experience awakened such a maternal instinct inside me that would not be denied. Each day it was something else, a goat, a miniature horse, finally I settled on the idea of a pair of kittens. It all seemed simple enough and quite doable compared to a miniature horse.
Today in more enlightened times, I would have asked Pearl's permission or at least feedback regarding new felines for our family, but these were less enlightened times. One night, during a horrible thunder storm, I brought Tara the white Siamese to live with us. The roads were so treacherous that night that I sang the "Tara Chant"Om Tare Tu Tare Tare Swa...... all the way home to keep both of us centered and safe. The next night, as planned, I brought Merlin the tiny tuxedo'd Hemingway kitten to Moonhaven to share the bathroom with Tara as they both acclimated to their new home. They became affectionately known as "the kittens," a term which followed Merlin til he was almost a grandpa.
I now had not one, but two babies and Pearl was having a fit!! She retreated from my bedroom for days at a time and would barely look at me. I was just not expecting this disdain but I should have been more sensitive to her Queenly feelings, I should have anticipated this possibility but I did not. This would be a mistake that I would try never to repeat.
I began to wonder if Pearl would ever return to my bed and our intimate connection. Weeks went by and one day when Astarte was about to pounce on the kittens, Pearl jumped between them hissing, protecting "her babies." I knew then that it was going to be alright. That was the turning point after which all was forgiven and the three cats became friends.
Clearly I must have needed more feline protection because I surely got it.
One of my all time favorite Pearl stories occurred during a Past Life Regression class. A woman friend was in the midst of a rather dismal past-life which was ending tragically with her dying penniless in the gutter. We were all feeling the grim circumstances and intensity of the moment when a booming sound came from the direction of my office. I instantly realized that it was the familiar sound of Pearl hurling herself against the closed office door. She must have been mistakenly shut in my office where she fell asleep,til now! I motioned for a student to go and open the door for her at which point she came flying into the living room where we were working and carefully lowered herself down onto the chest of the regressed woman placing herself deftly into the crook of her arm. Meanwhile as all this is happening, I am rigorously beating myself up for a lack of professional boundaries with my animals.
And then, the miracle happened which made me never second guess the wisdom of my animals again.
The woman who was being regressed and still in trance-state exclaimed to Pearl,"Oh thank goodness you are here, you were my only friend and now I won't die alone!
"We were all speechless. How did Pearl know exactly when to come out of her own nap to play this cameo role in the regression session? That night, Pearl got a can of Tuna, her favorite, for service above and beyond.
Pearl and I had a wonderful 13 years or so together with her rarely missing a night on my chest or a reading at my side. During those final years, I had been severely psychically attacked and although Pearl definitely had a black belt in psychic self-defense [as did I] her defenses were worn down by age and she succumbed to a cancerous tumor no doubt meant for me.
I learned an enormous amount those final 2 weeks with Pearl. Somehow, she had been preparing me for this by sitting in my regression chair day after day for weeks prior. I finally got the message that she wanted me to time travel with her, to visit an important past life that we had shared together.
The night that we finally went on our journey, I had one of my students regress me with Pearl sitting in my lap. As Pearl and I sat there moving through time to our destination, I could feel our bodies begin to meld together and then suddenly, there we were, she my black horse and I, some sort of a Crusader in partial armor.
I was fascinated by this pairing and even more by the seamless bodily connection that we had as we galloped into many a battle until we were ambushed by an opposing warrior and killed. [I had totally forgotten until this writing about Pearl being my horse and perhaps that is why in her current incarnation, she likes to hang out in or near the barn with my horse China who used to be her old buddy Moonie!]
That seamless physical connection between us continued even after we moved back into our present life! I thoroughly enjoyed our deepening closeness but was confused by it as well until she got the cancer diagnosis and I had to try everything I knew and things that I did not to save her from this killer.
By this time in my life, I had also begun to be mentored by Animal Communicator Kay Cornish Mann who also had a previous life with Pearl and I in Egypt. During that life,Pearl had been hers and when she died, I inherited her black cat. Needless to say we both had very deep and special feelings for this cat as did Tara who I was living with at the time.
Tara and I took turns laying with Pearl, spelling each other at night as we did not want her to stop breathing and not have someone there with her. I remember becoming acutely aware of the sound of Pearl's shallow breadth against my cheek. I had tried so many healing modalities for her but to no avail.
One night near the very end of Pearl's life, I can remember Kay coaching me on the phone as I did Psychic Surgery on Pearl. I had never done this before and could amazingly feel exactly what I was doing because since the regression, I could feel everything that Pearl did. Clearly that was the reason that I had to become one with her body. Now I could accurately feel my way through her to remove the cancer. I remember moving my hands through her almost lifeless form through my own fears and almost blinding tears feeling the movement of a very large mass. Kay's words,"I think we got it" came through the phone but I was crying so hard that I could barely hear her voice. Tara and I were cautiously optimistic after that night and Pearl actually did seem to rally for a bit.
One of the things that she always loved was to sit on the bridge section of the Grandmother Tree which wrapped its arms around the magical circle in Moonhaven. Obviously, this was a place of great healing and peace for all of us and especially my animal friends. On these days, Pearl would drag herself out my door and over to the tree to bask in the sun.
After a while though it became clear that she could not really make it on her own steam so we took turns carrying her out to Grandma and sitting with her for an hour or til she seemed to want to go back in. The other animals would all come too and we would have family meetings out at the tree and sing our good-byes to Pearl. On that last night, I once again was asked by Kay to do Psychic Surgery on Pearl with her supervision of course. This time we were not to be successful and through torrents of tears, I felt my cats life-force pass from her body.
I thought that I might die myself, the grief was so intense for me. She was after all my Pearl-girl, my black horse, my Sheba -Lila from Ancient Egypt and who knows who she would become next?
This was the beginning of my understanding that our animals did indeed reincarnate and that we did have some way to draw them back if it was their path and desire. I sat with this knowledge as well as my profound grief for some time.
A knowing emerged that Pearl would return on or near Easter Sunday which was April 4th that year and only about 2 weeks away at the time. She had passed on Sept 11 and I was absolutely elated at the mere thought that I might have my Pearl-girl back. On April 3, on a trip to the Itchetuknee house that Tara owned, a black lab/chow puppy appeared in the driveway. He was starving and weak and oh so precious. Of course I would want to keep him or at least save his life and find him a home. Someone so weak and vulnerable needed a really strong name so I called him Tonka[the great one in Lakota]and he happily moved into Moonhaven. Was he Pearl? It was so close to Easter after all, and she said that she would come back. I checked with Kay on this and she confirmed what I suspected, that Tonka was a messenger from Pearl, not Pearl but a teacher to help me understand more about this reincarnation process.
On April 4th, Easter Sunday, one of my Tarot students called me and told me that her friend's cat just had a litter and that she in fact had a black female kitten that might be mine. After all, the children of that house had named each kitten after a jewel and this tiny black kitten with some silvery sprinkles on her hair was being tentatively called...what else but PEARL! I went to meet this kitty to feel her for myself and was deliriously happy to feel my Pearl in my hands again. The peace that came over me from not only believing in reincarnation but knowing that my little love had returned was beyond description.
This time, I would have the pleasure of also knowing her as a kitten. Pearl's reincarnation, Jasmine was born, my Jazzy Jaz on Easter Sunday just like she promised me


* The Wise Woman's Tarot - http://flashsilvermoon.com *
* What The Animals Tell Me Radio Show

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See what you can do with the power of Passionate World Radio Network!

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#1 Reason Why You Should Become a Talk Show Host
Hi, my name is Lillian Cauldwell.

Some of you may know that I own and operate an online radio network called Passionate World Radio Network. I've been running the network for ten plus years. During that time period, the station has seen many passionate and professional experts come in and become hosts here at the station.

I, too, am one of the hosts who started out knowing that I had a long way to go, baby. However, being brought up in the Dewey Decimal System certainly put me heads and tails over the other individuals who were also setting up their own internet radio stations.

One thing I learned was, you guessed it, Rome was not built in a day or the more popular truism, if you build it they will not come unless invited, visible to your audience, and what's in it for them. Of course, I would like to think that every bit of wisdom that I'm going to share with you over the course of several hundred years (just kidding) will help you to declare what your true passions are, what your expertise is in, and have you ever wondered what it takes to actually take two steps forward, knock on the door of opportunity, and then be ready for when your chance arrives.

Welcome to becoming a talk show host.

You heard me. Here, today, and probably tomorrow, I will share with you, my audience, what it takes to become a good talk show audience and be successful with it. Then, we'll move on to podcasting, online radio shows, interviewing -- in other words the works.

If you think that it requires work, why you're right.

If you think that it will be fun, why you're right.

If you think you can make money from it, why you're right.

If you think that you'll be come notable, branded, an expert, why you're right.

All those things are right, but like anything else it does require elbow crease.

Next week, depending on my doctor's appointment, my knee disconnected yesterday so allot is riding on that appointment, I'll dive right in and tell you from 1 to 20 steps on how to do, how to become, and how to succeed.

Stay tuned. Don't go away and stray. Check out the website and listen to our 24/7 archival programs. It's the green box on top 24/7 shows. Just click on it.

Or pick a favorite host, click on their name and go to their page. Next click on whatever stream or video or podcast appeals to you and take a good listen.

Got questions? Email me: lsaracauldwell@gmail.com and I'll answer your questions.

Hate typing? Contact me: SKYPE: lcauldwell or phone: 734-972-5945.

Leave feedback and tell me what's your biggest challenge in becoming a talk show host. Let me know so I can help you.

On the comment form below, please leave me your name, email addy, your biggest challenge, and what you need to know.

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When You're Knocked 4 a Loop?

When you're knocked for a loop?

Anyone know what's that suppose to mean?

I'll give you a clue. It's similar to being knocked off your feet and it doesn't always include a physical reaction to accomplish it, either.

Knocked off your feet
Knocked For a Loop
Astonishes Me

It often astonishes me when individuals come up to me and say, "I've been knocked for a loop. Didn't even see it coming. You know what I mean?"

I've stopped shaking my head when I hear these revelations. I think everyone goes through a period in their lives when they're knocked for a loop and don't even know why. What my son would call "basically clueless."

Basically Clueless

When you have a basic clueless moment, here's a few things to consider so that you don't make that same mistake again.

a) Ask yourself what did you just do? Re-examine your motives. Were they ulterior motivated or would you just do what you just did without thinking about it at all? Be honest with yourself. Now isn't the time to start lying to yourself or make up excuses.

b) Retrace your mental processes of how your arrived at that original conclusion. Maybe, you added an extra step or worse, left out a step and tried making up for it by inserting something additional that really didn't belong in the first place.

c) Ask the person whom you're having the problem with to explain why they acted the way they did. Sometimes people overreact because they don't know of any other way of reacting to that particular problem. People react on instinct. They don't ask themselves why they feel a certain way, they just act that way. It's all in the chemistry of being human.

d) Try and work out a reasonable and feasible method of dealing with what you said or acted and try not to repeat the process. You must be held accountable for whatever you say and do. If you don't you'll just muddy the waters further down the line or worse repeat the offense that get that individual ticked off at you in the first place.

Behavior is a Funny Thing

Human behavior is a funny thing. It's not the same for everyone and yet sometimes, most people display the same type of behavior, but with different quirks to so that the original behavior isn't expressed in exactly the same way. Remember that age and level or degree of maturity is often involved. Don't get maturity and sophistication confused. Maturity is growth. Sophistication is the level of awareness of intelligence around you. Something that many parents often confused with their children's behavior.

The next time when you're knocked for a loop, don't get emotional about it. Don't take it personally. Rather, take a good look into yourself and see where the problem lies. Once you've done that your life will go allot smoother.
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Remember Aunt Prudence?

Remember the good ole days when men were men and women were women and nothing came in between? Well, the name Prudence surfaced during that time and hasn't gone away. How do I know this? Because Aunt Prudence visited me today.

Aunt Prudence

Prudence by definition means caution. A person who takes time to decide whether or not that action is worth taking, and then deciding whether or not to follow-through on that decision or choice.

Testing by Aunt Prudence

Prudence tests us every day of the week, month, and year. In situations where one is tempted by our weaker side, the side that like to buy stuff. We're constantly tempted by Aunt Prudence to do something that generally speaking we should not.

When We Shouldn't

When we should not. That resounding phrase that we hear from everyone from our spouse to our parents to our children (occasionally) to whomever is in charge of the purse strings. Just today, Aunt Prudence step in and over the boundary line. I had just finished listening and watching a really great business video (even stayed to the end of it which is unusual for me) and was about to sign up when Aunt Prudence said loud and clearly inside my head. "Seriously? Are you really thinking about buying that when you don't have two cents to rub between your fingers? I thought you knew that now wasn't the time to spend your hard earned money. And how much hard earned money did you make this month? I'll tell you. Blank, blankety, blank, blank, blank. There's no way I'm going to let you spend money that you don't have."

End of Story

You guessed it. Aunt Prudence won the day. Not only didn't I click on the tab to get in and take a look at what might have possibly saved me from myself, but Aunt Prudence kept me from the bonus that was promised to me. Some people!

And yet, I'd like to believe there's a reason why we all listen to Aunt Prudence. It's not like she's an invited guest. She comes and go by her own design when it suits her. And, yet, she tends to come more often when I don't have the budget to spend monies on things that I believe will make it easier for my business to grow.

For years, I've struggled to make sense out of social media and SEO. I'm not quite sure which is more complicated or more easy to slip through my fingers, but those two items seem to plague my existence on several levels. Now, Aunt Prudence know this, but does she understand it as well?

I doubt it.

Convincing Aunt Prudence

There should be a way to convince Aunt Prudence that if she just cuts me a little slack, all would be well at the end of the day. I know that making the kind of income that my business needs is just a matter of time. Apparently, I haven't quite convinced Aunt Prudence that I'm a risk to bet on -- or even to count. However, if you have an Aunt Prudence in your life, here are a few tips that might make your Aunt Prudence breathe easier.

a) Create a Social Media Marketing Plan.

b) Create a SEO Strategy Plan

c) Put both into action.

d) Take each step carefully and follow the directions or instructions as provided to you from wherever you get your content from.

e) Pay attention to what your competitors are doing. Study their methods and then try applying it to your situation.

f) Participate and go to free seminars/webinars. Take notes. You can learn allot of stuff if you keep your mouth shut and your brain awake.

g) Work on it every day and prove to your Aunt Prudence to take a small risk on you.

That's called confidence. And, as you practice your steps, you might be able to convince yourself, convince Aunt Prudence that you can bring in that money to pay for your next big adventure.

That way you can help Aunt Prudence pack her bags and go away for an extended stay!
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Keeping Fit Over the Memorial Day Weekend
Lillian Cauldwell on Lillian's Interviews Brenda Sillas, Nutritionist and Health Coach
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Love Never Dies by Flash Silvermoon

For as long as I can remember, I have loved and had animal companions. I believe my first, was a huge male German Shepherd named Skippy. I was very young but I do remember him and they say that I used to ride him like a horse.[Interesting as he may have been the first incarnation in this life, of the Luna/Moonshadow/Chinamoon Trinity]
My parents got rid of him unfortunately after about a week because he was so big that he kept knocking them off balance and was too strong for them to handle...not for infant me though.
Next, I believe was a small black mixed breed female named Smokey who was a smaller and more constant companion. Seems like I had her for quite a while but the one thing that all my pets of those early years had in common, was that I had no memory of what became of them. Surely some died, but how? Some were given away perhaps but WHY??
I have an excellent memory, yet the passings or leavings of my pets from childhood remains a painful mystery to this day. I remember Spooky, the beagle pup that I got on Halloween from a family friend, and I remember that they gave him back after a little while for some reason. I remember another beagle, a sweet female named Ginger that I took care of as a teenager for a woman- friend of my Grandfathers. I don't remember why I had her but I do remember that I was so in love with her and that my parents should have never allowed her to be given back to this alcoholic who couldn't really care for her. It broke my heart, and that I do remember and I remember doing somethings in my pain, that I shared with no one.
There was Bambi, the toy fox terrier with a testosterone problem who humped everything that moved and actually turned out to have a bad temper. We would take him to the Vet and he would bark at all the huge Danes and Shepherds and then scurry backwards under my chair when they looked up at him. He became vicious one day when we both had made a mistake. He was chewing something under my bed and I thinking that it was my shoe, reached underneath to get it from him. He was in fact chewing on a bone and about tore up my arm in retaliation. He later bit my mother on the butt and finally tore up my heel through my shoe to the point that sutures were necessary so Bambi went to a farm where he could be safe and not hurt anyone...or so I was told.
Happy the black lab puppy wasn't happy enough when left by himself and howled at night so Happy was returned to the Vet a week later. Several other dogs and cats came and went which I have little memory. Rusty, my cat was hit by a car in front of me and those screams were memorable yet I have no memory of the disappearance of his sisters Patsy and Katrina. Angel and Satan,my white and black cats disappearance from my life remain a mystery into that black hole,my Bermuda Triangle of missing pets!!
What is clear to me as I write this piece, is that my childhood was fraught with loving connections with animals that were too often and too soon torn from my heart suddenly and mysteriously,at least to a child.
For any of you who are or will be parents, please find a way to sensitively but honestly tell your children about what happened to their pets. If they were sick,died,were inappropriate for the family,ran away...whatever,the truth really is the best solution and will help in the long run. Ideally, if the kids are old enough, let them be a part of the decision making process when changes with the family pet are necessary. Trust me, you will save them a lot of grief.
One aberration to these tales of loss was my amazing relationship with Sam,the starling that I rescued with a broken wing. I can't remember how or where I found him as I was always finding un-nested baby birds, feeding them with an eyedropper and ultimately losing them. Sam was a different story altogether as he was a mature bird but injured. I made a special box/home for him with a towel over it to protect him from too early flight,fed him blueberries and insects that I could find and worms if we both got lucky. Before long, I was walking around town with him perched happily[I hope!] on my shoulder. We were quite a pair and I thoroughly enjoyed the uniqueness of my winged buddy. We had long talks and walks and periodically I would set him down on the grass in my yard to see how his wings were doing. My intention was for him to heal enough to fly and be a free bird again. I don't think that my young mind had fully grasped that this could be the end of a beautiful friendship but one day he was in fact able to fly away and I wished him well with tears streaming down my face.
I recall raising a pair of ducklings which were so adorable and I think they wound up being brought to a pond with other ducks eventually and not the Pound!!
There were the hamsters which were very portable friends that could be carried in pockets to the beach or other such places. Their lust for freedom from their little jail with a wheel in it cost them dearly as they somehow got stuck inside the walls of our basement which was a lose /lose situation for all.
Prince, was the last dog that I had as a young person inside the domain of my parent's home. He just showed up in the neighborhood one day, all black and scruffy, but to me he was my Prince! I brought him home, and promptly ran away for the day when I was told that I couldn't keep him. I was in love and my Prince had come to rescue me from life like Cinderella at the ball but for me there was no glass slipper, just a rucksack and hammer. I hid with him all day at the "Lots" not far from my home yet away where I used to hunt for fossils and rocks amid the beginnings of the Jersey Palisades. My brother who was rarely if ever an ally, became one in this instance and brought me sandwiches and news from the "parent front"...they agreed to my demands.....Prince stays , or I go! I thought it was all perfectly reasonable. I swore to take good care of him and I did until one summer, we stayed at a place where we couldn't keep him and he had to stay with my alcoholic grandfather and I believe Prince died of kidney failure. I cannot say strongly enough how important it is to support kids relationships with their animals.
It took me many years to let another animal in to my life after that loss. I believe that Prince returned to me as Spirit/Bear who bore some resemblance and was the most heartful creature that I have ever met.
I await his return patiently as I know he can't be too far away,he never was!
I did not understand how deep this pain was for me and there was another loss that was so horrible that I forgot to include it here where it belongs.
When I was in college I was an extremely radical political activist and actually was one of the leaders on my campus.I published a radical newspaper from my basement and one day to punish my trouble making behind, some group came and stole all of my cats and killed them. I came home to a cat less house where 7 used to happily live and never leave the yard. I did all the normal things to find them but the writing was on the wall and a neighbor hinted what had happened.
After that I closed down so hard as this was way too much for me to process. It would have stayed buried until I made a trip alone to a Festival where I was performing in New Orleans and I cried from my door to the end of Florida without understanding why!
The following year, I made the same trip but this time I was accompanied by my partner Tara was was very good at uncovering hidden material.As I got into the car that morning I got consistently more bitchy and troubled and again started to get teary for no apparent reason. You must understand that I always left my animals incredibly well cared for or I would not leave.
A few questions from Tara and I tearfully explained that I was afraid that if I left my house I would come home to dead or missing animals!This was huge for me and was the beginning of my healing of this deep childhood pain.

Ironically, the third trip to this festival which was called Spiritfest which was where I met and adopted the amazing Spirit/Spir Bear/Bear. When I share Spirit's Story I will explain about the multiple names.

My animal communication mentor Kay Cornish Mann assured me many years later that all of those cats that were murdered in time reincarnated back to me and I do believe her and then knew who they were.
That news was also part of my journey towards understanding about Reincarnation and Animals. This is where the mystery of the MISSING began and with all the pain and all the loss, one thing still rings true:
LOVE NEVER DIES!!


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