Tell Them We Have A Date

I grab a few carrots for James from the fridge in the garage, put a collar on my dog, and Whiskey and I get in the car to drive to the barn. A thought goes through my mind to bring my animal communication journal, so I run back inside the house to get my notebook knowing James must be wanting to deliver a message. I am curious what James' message will be.

When I arrive at the barn I put James on his feed, and then pull up a chair so I can sit near him. As I listen to him munch, I ask James what he wants to share. I am completely surprised as I start to tune in to him.

"Tell them we have a date," says James. "I'll be in that animal communication class."

What?! I do have an introduction to animal communication class that I am teaching online next week, but I never would have guessed that he would want to talk about it!

"If they are open," James continues, "I can help them. They won't know it is me, but I can help facilitate their learning and help them feel their instincts. I'm excited! I've been waiting for this. All aboard! It's going to be fun, and the start of the participants awakening to their intuition. I am looking forward to observing and facilitating. I'll be behind a curtain; behind the scenes. But still in the action! Wahoo!"

James shows me an image of himself kicking up his heels. Silly me. I hadn't thought of asking James to teach the class with me. However, apparently that is the plan for he has already invited himself!

"Anything else you want to say?" I ask.

"Baby steps," James advises everyone. "And, practice, practice, practice. You can't get it wrong if your heart is open and you follow your body. Can't use the mind. That just gets in the way."

Love, James