The Little Poodle
I’ve been an energetic healer for over thirty years. My clients have come from all walks of life and all continents. My clients are not limited to people but include pets and animals. In fact, the first miraculous healing I ever did was on a little poodle. I was in my early twenties at the time and living in a farmhouse on a dirt road in Hancock NH with my then girlfriend. We were taking care of her employer’s dog for a week while she was away on business. The little fella was outside playing in the driveway when I heard it yelping in pain. I ran out to see what was going on. It was laying on its back with its little feet in the air and in great pain. Slinking down the road and moving as fast as possible to get out of sight was my neighbor, a very gruff and unkind man, with his pet St. Bernard. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
When I reached the poodle I could hear the air escaping from his stomach, just like the sound of air escaping from a pricked balloon. I quickly put the dog in the car and raced for the vets office which was a few minutes away in Peterboro. The Vet examined my dog and said it had a hole in its diaphragm and there was nothing he could do to fix it. He didn’t think the dog would last twenty four hours but said he’d sit up with him that night. All I could do, he said, was hope for the best but don’t expect a miracle. I went home feeling dejected and very angry. The little guy didn’t deserve what had been done to him.
That night I decided to meditate and focus on my little friend laying on his death bed at the vet’s. As I got deeper into the meditation I heard a voice speaking to me. The voice was clear, strong and assertive. It told me to place my hands palms facing each other about ten inches apart. When I had done that it told me to call the soul of the dog to the space between my hands.
“How do I do that?” I asked.
“Just do it,” commanded the voice, clearly exasperated with me.
So I called the dog’s soul to me. Immediately, I felt a subtle presence between the palms of my hands. With that presence between my palms, great currents of heat and electricity poured down my arms, through my hands and into the space between my palms. After roughly ten minutes the great currents of energy subsided.
Now,” said the voice, “release the soul and send it back to the dog.”
I took a deep breath and told the soul to go back home to the dog. The meditation was over. I opened my eyes. It was 10:10 p.m.
In the morning I called the Vet.
“How’s the dog I asked? Is he still alive?”
“Well,” said the Vet. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I never would have believed it. At ten minutes after ten that hole healed up right before my eyes. You can come get it and take it home. Your dog is fine. Never seen anything like it.”
I never told the Vet what I did.
Vincent
In 2009 I received a call from my friends Robert & Marietta in Pacific Palisades, an upscale section of LA, where I also lived. They were desperate. Their beloved golden retriever Vincent had developed a serious life threatening condition. His lungs were continually filling up with fluid and had to be drained on a weekly basis. The vet wanted to operate, suspecting a break somewhere in the lymph system. There was no guarantee the operation would be successful but it would cost my friends $10,000.00.
At that point, Marietta called and asked me to work on Vincent. I told her I would be over the next afternoon. When I arrived Vincent was very excited to see me. We were good buddies, as I had always made sure to give him a lot of attention whenever I visited Robert and Marietta. It took me a while to calm him down. Finally, he lay on his back and let me put my hands on his ribcage. Within a couple of minutes there were several “pops and cracks” in his body as energetic blocks broke up inside him. After ten minutes or so we were done. Vincent got up and ran to his water bowl in the kitchen. He took a very long drink then sprinted out into the backyard where he ran in circles until he had burned up some of the energy I had put into him. Marietta watched with a look of astonishment on her face.
“What’s going on with you?” I said, noting the look on her face.
“I dreamed all of this last night. It’s happening just as I dreamed it. Vincent hadn’t drunk any water in four days. I think you’ve healed him.”
That was three and a half years ago. Vincent is in fine health. The problem has not returned.
Champ
A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I adopted a pure bred Daschund puppy from the local Humane Society in Broward County, FL. We named him Champ. I took Champ to the vets a couple of days later for a checkup. The vet said Champ had a Category 6 heart murmur, the worst level possible and advised me to return Champ to the shelter.
Well that was never going to happen. Champ had worked his way too far into our hearts and I was not about to return a helpless and suffering animal to a shelter. Instead, I was going to do my best to heal him. And if that didn’t work, we were determined to give him tremendous love and care and make his time here as happy as possible.
The next day, I picked up Champ and put him on my lap. I put one hand on his heart between his front paws, and my other hand on the back of his neck. A moment later, Champ was sound asleep. While he slept a tremendous current of heat and electricity poured from my hands into him. Fifteen minutes later I was done. The next day Champ was a jet propelled puppy. All his symptoms were gone and all signs of the heart murmur were virtually nonexistent. It has been that way ever since. Champ’s energy is very high, his eyes are bright, and his coat glistens. He is one super bright, super loving little fellow. If you love animals, you can’t help but love Champ. He’s a winner.
I work on people and pets. Since my work is done via the phone, my clients can be anywhere in the world and often are. If either you or your pet need healing you may reach me via email at: trailhawk@gmail.com. Please include your phone number. I will be happy to talk briefly with you about your concerns and arrange a consultation.