About Lauren Grey
“It’s all about the animals!”
Young children are so open. They know everything has a soul and is alive. They have conversations all day long with the grass and the water and the bunnies and the frogs. The same was true for me. If it walked, flew or crawled, it was my friend. I was nuts about dogs, built castles for earth worms, and rode my first horse at Windcliff Stables at about two years old. From then on, all I wanted was a horse and to be Annie Oakley when I grew up.
Our family dogs were my best friends. Edsel, the Dachshund! Trinka, another Doxie. The Cocker, the Dalmation, and the Boxer named Show Off who bruised my feet when he stepped on me and slobbered all over my school clothes! And then my horse King, the magnificent Paint with the Morgan head came into my life, and everything changed. We rode bareback on the beach, swam in Lake Michigan, rode up and down the cliffs to the beach, and day-dreamed our way together through my high school and college years. I cannot imagine what the farmers thought when they found the half-bitten apples King left all over their trees while I was busy stuffing more of them them into my jacket to take home! And as we rode through the corn fields, my wacky horse bit off every fourth tassel. Life was good. I knew what all my animal friends were thinking, and they me. It wasn’t ‘telepathy’ then. Just knowing.
I had many dogs, and a few cats, throughout my life as I aged and went into the business world. But I stopped wondering what they were thinking, I’m sorry to say. That is, until I took in a stray dog, my third in the family then. Shortly after that, I lost ChoCho, my 17 year old Shih Tzu. It was then that the new dog, Cali, on three occasions attacked my senior girl Legs, hurting her badly. On the day of the third attack, distressed, I called my friend Linda. That very morning she had listened to a woman on the radio discussing Animal Communications. I phoned the gal, and made a date to see her the next day.
Meanwhile, a friend told me to perform an experiment before we went on the visit. She suggested I make a sketch of the room we would be meeting in. She wanted me to test my ability to see the unknown. Upon arriving at the woman’s home, I was shocked to see that my drawing was an exact replica of everything in the room, only flipped mirror image. Hmmm. How interesting.
The animal communicator turned out to be a beautiful young woman named Caton. She explained that when she was 12, she had listened to a woman on the radio, Beatrice Lydecker, discussing communicating with animals. Caton’s dad was a horse trainer, so she grew up with animals. Saving her money, she funded a trip to California to study animal communications with the woman. When she arrived home, Caton trained her dad. Together, they were then able to talk with the race horses to learn how they were feeling, where they were injured, and why they were not racing well. Their results reflected the communications.
As we settled in at her home, I introduced Caton to my dogs. She spoke first with Cali, the stray, who told her that she was swimming across the river every day to visit children and a dog on the other side, which explained why she always came home covered in mud from her daily adventures. Cali also told Caton that since ChoCho was now gone, she had decided she should be ‘top dog’, so was fighting Legs for the title. I asked Caton to explain that Legs held that position. Then it was Legs’ turn to talk. She told Caton that lately I was feeding her something creamy and white, that she loved it and wanted to eat it all the time. I had been giving her yogurt to counteract the antibiotics. What an eye opening experience. I was truly amazed.
Caton explained that animals think and communicate to her through pictures. Each animal communicates a bit differently, and each person tends to receive the communications in one of more of 3 ways. We assumed that as I am an artist, I would receive visual images, which would make me a Clairvoyant. So she told me to transmit my thoughts and requests in pictures, and then get very quiet to ‘hear’, or ‘see’, what they were saying back to me.
When we got home, I left Legs on the back porch and quietly passed through the house and out the front door to my neighbor’s property. I slipped into their swimming pool, faced away from my own house, closed my eyes and began in my mind calling Legs to come to me. I envisioned her coming down the steps from the porch, walking across our lawn and then our neighbor’s lawn, and finally coming to stand in front of me.
As Legs had never been to the neighbor’s property, I knew this was not a practiced route, so she would not just wander over. I kept silently calling her to me. Shock and awe! I opened my eyes and there stood my 17 year old black dog! Smiling at me! Wow! I had done it! It turned out that I am Clairvoyant, Clairsentient and Clairaudient. Who could ask for more?!
You remember those life changing moments when your world comes into focus. My heart opened up. I felt peace, and utter joy. I was connected to the earth and the animals and life was good. What a precious gift I had been given. Of course, that is when the serious work began, training and practicing to re-establish awareness of telepathy, making the connections and learning to interpret them.
Communicating with animals is an art, not a science. The joy is having the ability to help others make the spiritual connection with their animals and enrich their relationships.
Is this the connection you too are seeking? Let’s make that connection together…you, me and your animals. Let’s talk!
For questions, or to schedule a consultation, call Lauren at 858.333.6011 or email Lauren.
Disclaimer: Animal Communication is not meant to replace veterinary medicine.
