A bat story… lessons learned from children who are wise beyond their years

This thought-provoking incident was shared with me from a friend:

“My toddler son witnessed a violent attack upon a bat by some older children. He was extremely upset and wept uncontrollably. As I held and comforted him, I initially mistook his compassion for fear, assuming that he was too young to experience such feelings

“It was during a quiet dialogue with the tiny boy on my lap that the empathy for animals I had suppressed for many years resurfaced. The conversation went like this:

“I think I heard the bat cry. Do bats cry?”

“I don’t know. I never thought much about bats.”

“But if we do think about bats, do you think they cry?”

“Yes, I think they might be able to cry.”

“If he did cry, why didn’t anybody help him? When I cry somebody always comes.”

“Well, honey, bats are different than people.”

“How come they’re different? Aren’t they scared when they get beat up?”bats

“Yes, I’m sure they must be.”

“Then how come nobody came?”

“Well, bats are dirty.”

“If I get dirty, will people beat me up?”

“God, no! You’re not a bat; you’re a person. You’re much smarter than a bat.”

“So if someone isn’t smart, are we supposed to kill him?”

“No, no, we read and speak and think and feel. It’s hard to explain.”

“I think he felt stuff, Mom. He was crying. I know he was crying and, Mom, I can’t read.”

What would it take for us as the single most destructive force on the planet to re-evaluate our relationships to the fellow sentient beings sharing it with us?

In my work as an empathic animal behaviorist, communicator and healer, I often meet animal lovers who want to believe animals really are sentient beings but they aren’t entirely sure and have many questions.

Then there are the many folks who feel skeptical, even hostile, toward the idea that animals can think, feel, reason, and communicate.  They view anyone who thinks they can ‘talk’ with other species as wacko!  And maybe even dangerous since if it were true that animals are sentient, then they would have to seriously reconsider how they treat (or mistreat) animals and become accountable for their actions.

After all, many of us are still prejudiced toward other human beings who don’t look, believe or act like us!

For the record:

*I’m not supernatural, whacko or ‘psychic’.  I simply use focused guided intuition and the art of telepathy to connect with and listen to animals.  Telepathy is what we all use to ‘feel’, ‘sense’ and ‘hear’ those around us.  You do this too.  We all do it every day whether we are conscious sharing information with focused intent, or unconscious about what we’re sharing.  For example, have you ever had a friend who’s close to you bring up the same exact topic or thought that you were just thinking about?

*What good does communicating with animals do?  This is not mind control so we can’t force an animal to do what we want them to do.  However, solving every problem starts with a conversation and partnering up together as a team.  Animal talk is the first step towards resolving behavior problems, training issues, enhancing performance, relieving trauma, exploring health difficulties, and is the best way for them to tell us what they need, want or what’s not working for them.

*It is not my job to change or judge others in any way.  I am a mediator and facilitator.  I assist and guide you through difficulties or misunderstandings with your animals.  It is not my job to fix anyone, only to offer clarity, guidance, respect and support.  No one needs fixing.  We only ever need understanding, connection and communication to become the best version of ourselves possible, and that goes for our animals too.

*I approach all beings as sentient, intelligent and wise no matter what body their Spirit is wearing.  Our primary responsibility is to love ourselves and each other, expressing our love in ways that are supportive and compassionate, speaking our truth with honesty and integrity, with the sole intention of being of service so we can all heal, evolve and grow.

For anyone who wonders how intelligent animals truly are, let me assure you about their abilities.

Animals are sentient, intelligent, wise beings.  They are Angels, Teachers, Guides and Healers. They think, feel, wonder, and reason, and they certainly have their own viewpoints and beliefs.  There is so much we can teach each other when we speak the same language.

When we evolve enough to recognize, respect and revere them for who they truly are, they help us heal, evolve and grow and we become better people.

Every animal lover can learn how to communicate with animals!  Yes, some students are better than others.  Some of us work harder at it than others.  With education, practice and guidance, anyone can experience the joy of talking with animals.
 

Can you imagine what a difference you can make when you know how to talk to animals?

 
Learning to communicate telepathically helps us better understand the beings that share our lives, expands our understanding about the circle of life and our place in it.  And part of the fun of having animal partners in our lives is, after all, sharing life’s experiences from a variety of viewpoints

BIG hugs to you and your Angels, Guides, Healers and Teachers disguised as animals.

 

 

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Comments

  1. Diane

    Years ago, my dog was peeing and standing about 20 feet away. It was dusk, almost dark. He looked at me and I knew I saw pain in his eyes. (I do not know how I new that.) However, the next morning when he went to pee, I caught it in a cup and sure enough he had a bladder infection. I might not have realized it for another day or two except that he was telling me.

  2. Kathy

    Dear Val.
    This story broke my heart. My heart actually hurt while reading this article. I look forward to taking your class soon,
    Thanks for your genuine love for animals.
    Kathy

  3. Shay

    Oh, that story about the little boy and the bat is so poignant and so heart-breaking. I too have heard wild
    animals cry when they were attacked and it just breaks my heart
    There was a heart-breaking incident in the news last spring that I only mention because it was obvious how loving this animal was and how misunderstanding on the part of humans caused his tragic death.
    A mother was with her toddler son at a zoo somewhere, and due to some strange reason, (inattention on the mother’s part, for one) the toddler climbed up the fence on a cliff over a gorilla or ape enclosure of some kind, and fell in, right in front of the gorilla. The news reported that the gorilla touched the baby and the zookeepers shot him. I was so upset, because I felt so intuitively that he was helping the child.
    Sure enough, I finally saw a film of the event.. . The child fell into the pen but into shallow water, face-down. Where in seconds, he would have drowned. The gorilla picked up up and set him up on his feet, and the child walked off, down the little wading pool while the gorilla simply watched him. Then the forilla died, for no reason, except that he couldn’t speak our language and no one there could speak his. . Because he had reached out and done the appropriate thing, and saved the little boy’s life.
    Val, I remember you saved an elephant that would have been killed in the zoo. and bless you for that.
    A sweet animal story with a happier ending. I taught a year in the Kerrville area and had found a kitten in my classroom, who had gotten in and trapped before school opened for the year. It was starving but I saved it, and it saved my life 4 times during our blessed time living together. Several times from getting between me and a rattlesnake and taking the blow herself, which she miraculously survived.
    But the last time was when I had moved to San Antonio, the year a terrible deep deep freeze hit town on Christmas Eve, so cold it split trees wide open from sheer cold.
    I was in a newly-rented house in a bad neighborhood, with no heat and no phone and my friends all thought I had gone to see my dad for Christmas, but I came down with pneumonia and had to stay in this cold house where I bought a garage-sale gas heater and put it in my bedroom.
    For some reason I could not make my cat come in the house, she was out in that horrible low temperature that night, with only a shed to get into, but I couldn’t catch her, so I locked the doors (several locks, it was that kind of neighborhood) and went to bed, in my pneumonia-addled sleep state, wrapped up in every coat and hat I owned with a comforter over my head, trying to get warm. I was so sick I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe or even sit up, much less try to find help that night.
    So wrapped up like a mummy, I went into a half-sleep state, when I heard a strange scratching on my bedroom door. It was so insistant, I finally HAD to get up and opened my bedroom door, and there stood my cat, Miss Laurel. Who, remember, I had previously locked outside the house. As I sat there befuddled, I realized the pilot light had gone out and my bedroom was FULL OF GAS.
    Without turning on any lights, I staggered up the street and woke up a neighbor I didn’t know, on Christmas Eve, at about midnight…and asked them to call the gas company and fire dept.
    They came out, amazed I had survived that, worked on my heater, the only heat in my house….and said, “It’s working fine now. ” So I covered up and went back asleep….after letting the cat go OUT again. For her own unexplainable reasons. And double-locked my doors.
    About 3 am, I again heard “Scratch scratch scratch” on the (inside) bedroom door…..opened it and there was Miss Laurel, who evidently could transport herself through locked doors. And oh, no! My pilot light had gone out AGAIN, and she had broken in to the house to save my life!
    I once heard a so-called animal expert say that a dog who jumped into a rushing river to save a child’s life, was “Only jumping in because dogs love to chase things and they love to swim!” That he wasn’t smart enough to know he was saving someone’s life!
    Well, for sure, cats do NOT break into locked doors because they love the smell of a house full of explosive gas1 That cat SAVED MY LIFE. By choice! And she had to (Number 1) stay outside in freezing weather to not be affected by a gas leak that hadn’t happened yet (twice!) then (#2) figure out how to break in through a door locked with two locks, to do it!
    The next day she had me put her out, then immediately I saw the back door shaking and a paw appeared under the door. With almost super(human?) super-animal strength, she pushed the door upwards with her little PAW until the two locks POPPED OPEN. Then swung the door open and looked at me, “That’s how I did it!” And she never did it again, nor had to, fortunately!
    Animals are our friends AND our guardian angels, there is no doubt in my mind. We are so blessed to have them in our lives!
    And thank you Val for all you do to help them. I hope someday I can be able to take your course and be able to speak up for animals too.
    Thank you for lettimg me tell you my story about Miss Laurel.
    God bless you and all your work,
    Shay

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