Animal Reiki Testimonials
Our tuxedo kitty, Mr. Toes, came to us last year as a 6 year old indoor cat who desperately wanted to go outside. While we live in the suburbs, we still have a fair number of wild creatures pass through our yard. Since Toes is a bit timid, I didn’t feel comfortable letting him out to fend for himself. During our reading with you, he asked for us to take him outside. Since then, I’ve been taking him out nearly every day, using the techniques you taught us to communicate the boundaries of our yard where he needs to stay- and he does! There are times that he pushes the limit by going in the hedges or under the deck, but when I stay in Qi and ask him to let me know where he is, he pops his head out! It has been such a joy to see the world through his eyes! He loves to chase bugs, scamper across the lawn, lie in the grass and watch the world with such wonder. His life (and mine) are better because he gets to go out safely without me having to worry about him.
I really appreciate your style of teaching. There was just the right amount of sharing, repetition and hands on practice to make Animal Communication usable every day. You have been a blessing in our lives and we wish you many blessings in return!
West Hartford, CT
Barbara is a phenomenal resource. She not only has the gifts to communicate with my animals and provide me with greater insights, she also understands animal behavior and has helped me to manage a rescue dog who needed help trusting me.
It was very comforting to know that my treasured little friends feel. I value not only her abilities to can connect with my animals and but also her friendship. If you have a question or want confirmation on a direction for a sick pet, Barbara can help you and your beloved friend.
I currently live with my husband and 6 wonderful furbaby cats. There’s Missy P – 17 yr old; Reba Mae – 11 yr old; Cia – 3 yr old and our 3 kittens – Max, Shy-Shy and Shasta who are 7 months old. We have had the kittens since they were a day old and I was volunteering as a foster mom for a cat shelter here in town. Needless to say they became a permanent part of our hearts and lives. (I think Barbara was surprised that we ended up adopting all 3 of the kittens! !) People who know my husband just shake their heads in wonder because my husband has always proclaimed that 2 cats were fine but 3 cats were divorce – and he was the one who had the final say as to keeping the 7 month old kittens! !
But back to my story. I first heard of Barbara over 10 years ago when my handicapp Mr Magoo kitty was starting to have some problems. In talking to Barbara and her talking with Mr Magoo I found out just how bad he had been hurt before he came to live with us. He was very sure it was time for him to cross the bridge. He wanted to be able to run and play in the fields without pain. Thru Barbara I found the courage to let him go.
Since that first encounter with Barbara, we have developed a great friendship/bond. She has helped me thru many jubliations and sorrows that have followed including the loss of my mom and most recently the loss of a little girl called Annabelle. (Annabelle came to me at 2 weeks of age after being thrown from a moving car. We were blessed to have her in our lives for 6 glorious weeks. She died of distemper in Oct 2008. And yes – I still cry when I think about her now 6 months later.
Barbara’s ability to communicate with animals is unsurpassed. She can get to the heart of the matter and usually has suggestions as to what a person’s next step might be. I know I am a better person having known her and I look forward to many more years of friendship.
I want to express my most sincere thanks to you for helping Bella, (my horse).
She was able to communicate through you the pain and fear she was carrying around with her…as well as giving me the tools I need to do these amazing things for her myself. I truly believe that she was able to heal tremendously through our session together.
Aside from your incredible gift as an intuit, and communicator, as a person, I fine you to be kind, sensitive, honest and non-judgmental. I had no reservations about opening up to you regarding the most personal issues in my life, and that is something I rarely do.
It is so obvious that you do this from the soft place and love for animals in your heart. And I so appreciate the offer to check in with the situation throughout the month for no charge. I thank you as well for making it affordable to tap into this info. Feel free to post this on your site as a testimonial. This is my fourth session with you as well as a class or two in Animal Communication…I can’t wait to get with you and learn Reiki, let’s make it happen!
When I first met you in June of 2005, I was anxiously seeking help for my cat, Alex, a handsome gray and white fellow with a mustache. We had moved from Vermont to California in May of 2005. My female cat, Lila, adjusted very quickly to her surroundings but Alex was having difficulty. When I took him outside, he seemed uneasy and confused, not his usual good-natured self. On a few occasions, he bolted out of the yard and bounded across the street. I was afraid he would get hurt or lost or both so I kept him inside, confined and unhappy.
When you came to visit, I sensed immediately that Alex and I would be heard. There was something in the air. I felt you were listening not only to my words, but taking in the essence of my experience and my concerns. I right away told you about the time Alex got lost in the woods in Vermont. It happened in the fall of 2002, a few months after I adopted him. I searched for him frantically for three and a half days, traipsing through woods and meadows, putting up signs, knocking on doors, visiting the Humane Society and placing an ad in the local paper. After giving him p for dead, I received a miraculous phone call. Alex had been found alive and well.
At this point in our consultation, Alex opened up, wanting to tell his side of the story. He gave you images of being chased through the woods in the dark, by another animal, possibly a coyote….escaping up a tree in the nick of time. Now he wanted freedom in his new territory and wanted me to trust him and that he was planning on being around a long time. You touched your chest and told me Alex felt “heartsick” about leaving our closely-knit community in Vermont…how he missed our friendly neighbors, especially the children, whom he loved and who loved him in return.
I knew he had been a stay but didn’t know why. Alex gave you images and thoughts of a household filled with tension, angry people watching the car drive away and being left behind, abandoned in the snow, left to defend himself in the cold. After hearing Alex’s story, I felt like weeping…and yet, he looked relaxed and composed, as though he’d finally put down a heavy burden. It sounds dramatic but the body language was obvious. I knew then we’d find a solution, a way to give him a life and me personal relief.
Thanks to you, Barbara, Alex and I worked out a plan. He promised to stay reasonably close to home and I promised to let him go out…to trust him. Since he has a tendency to wander to visit people, I created a flyer with color photographs introducing Alex to the neighborhood. I passed out the flyers to fifteen households.
As the weeks went by, I took great delight in hearing about Alex’s exploits: how he was discovered on a neighbor’s kitchen counter scrounging for food; how he helped children sell lemonade by drawing attention to the stand; or how he cavorted with an old golden retriever. Once again Alex could be Alex, the indomitable spirit.
Thank you, Barbara, for making this all possible. The experience was profound. You cleared away fears and barriers and gave me knowledge of a new world. You have a remarkable gift… and both Alex and I are fortunate to have found you.
Julie Becker and Alex
Nevada City, CA
Once again, you worked your magic….this time with my sweet Lila.
It all began when I took my little orange girl to the vet on May 31st for a check-up and a round of vaccinations, including distemper, feline leukemia and a three-year rabies. I told Lila it would be a quick easy visit and she would be fine…but she wasn’t.
Shortly after I brought her home, she disappeared, which isn’t unusual for her because she’s a hunter and she likes to explore. But all afternoon I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was very wrong.
When she finally dragged herself home, she sprawled on the driveway, obviously in great pain. When I carefully picked her up and carried her inside, she growled at me. I placed her on a bed in the back bedroom and stroked her. Her response was to growl some more and glared giving me the angry message, “You lied to me!” She jumped down and crawled under the bed, hiding in a corner.
I spoke with you the next morning while I was out of the house and you immediately said, “I’m going to send Lila a Reiki treatment to help her relax.” When I returned home two hours later, I found a very different cat. She came down the hall and gave me a quiet message… “She called me” and I got an image of you. She was still subdued but seemed relieved.
From what I understand, you pictured her in your mind and held her in light, sending her healing energy and opening up communication. She told you she hurt all over and felt nauseous as well. Apparently, all the chemicals in the vaccines triggered a severe reaction.
The Reiki treatment helped her considerably, releasing most of her pain. I don’t want her to ever go through that again. I can’t thank you enough for pulling her out of a crisis.
Nevada City, CA
We have relied on Barbara for communication with our beloved cats for several years. She has helped us correct behavior problems and to make the most difficult decisions through illness and the end of their lives. Having a way to communicate with them and know what they feel and want-and when they are ready to go has been a tremendous comfort.
Nevada City , CA
She was an Aussie-Lab mix, black and white with blue eyes, and would have been 15 years old on Valentine’s Day next year. The last part of her life was painful and challenging, with pretty severe arthritis. We were using pain meds and encouraging her to eat with lots of good home cooking added to her regular food. But too many of the things she enjoyed were gone . . . daily walks, climbing the stairs to sit guarding the kitchen doorway, and being with us, her family, most of the time. Oreo started out as our daughter Cassie’s dog, when she was 10. I was the most reluctant, because I knew that my level of bonding would make it very difficult to say goodbye. And indeed it was. Oreo died peacefully, in her own way and time at 9 PM, on Sunday, December 14, 2008.
For the last year or so, she had become more my dog than anyone’s. Because of being unable to climb the stairs, she was confined to the basement, where I work, mostly at the computer. She became my sidekick, cheering me on as I worked. She had access to the deck and yard off the basement, and I built her a series of shelters out there, including the last, a mini straw bale house. And I walked with her daily, until it just became too painful, though to the very end, she loved putting on her leash because it had always meant going for a walk! I stocked a Mother Hubbard’s cupboard for her . . . chicken soup, beef stew, hot dogs, pasta, tuna, anything that would tempt her to eat. We talked about “putting Oreo to sleep” but it was unthinkable to me, it felt like I was killing my dog. Her eyes were still so alive! And as long as she was continuing to eat with some gusto, I felt that her time had not yet come. But about a week before she died, she stopped eating, and very quickly grew very thin. And was much more obviously in pain. So, we began to talk more seriously about having her “put to sleep” . . . and about where we would bury her. Discussing the details made it more real somehow, and so made it more bearable. Sometime that week, I sensed that Oreo was telling me that she wanted to die in the snow. It was too warm to snow at the time, and the weather was clear, but I was getting this message nonetheless. The way was still not clear for me though, and even seeing her pain, there was still ambivalence.
So I decided to call Barbara Mariano, who I’d heard several times on KVMR. I was impressed with her level of insight, intuition, and caring . . . she was so obviously reaching the animals and speaking for them. We set a tentative meeting time for the following Tuesday. Barbara asked me to send a picture and brief description of Oreo. After seeing this, she suggested that we talk earlier, so we arranged to “meet” on the phone at 10 AM Sunday morning. Barbara tuned in to Oreo and spoke for her in the first person. Here is what Oreo had to say . . . “My back is hurting a lot, mostly on the right side. I have nerve pain at 5-7 on a scale of 10. I have fairly constant shooting pains that are very sharp. There is some reprieve, but I never know when the pain is going to hit. I am so sad to leave, you’ve have been the best family ever. I’m glad that you’re letting Barbara talk for me. I’m trying to make it to Christmas, but probably will not be able to. I have an iron will!! That’s what’s seen me through these difficult times. Sometime in the next few days, have a ritual for me. Have a gathering, some good food, light a candle, and walk down memory lane with me.” Barbara asked what our plans were. I said we planned to go out to our property that day to dig Oreo’s grave. And make the arrangements to have her “put to sleep” perhaps on Wednesday. Barbara said that Oreo was very excited about us digging her grave on our property! She said, “My name is Wonder Woman! I have done a great job taking care of this family, I took care of everything for you, and kept you all safe. I was so busy taking care of you that I didn’t have much time to be affectionate, but I LOVE you all very much. There is nothing I really need now, but we do need to talk about this death thing.” Barbara sensed some ambivalence over Oreo’s being ready to go, but after I shared some of my ambivalence, she realized it was probably that she was sensing. Oreo said to me, “In light of your being my Mom, I have so much gratitude, but I’m exhausted. I wanted to wait for you to be ready because I’m grateful to you, but am very fine with you helping me to go run, I SO want to run again!” I told Barbara that I was ready to let her go, would dig her grave today, and make arrangements to help her on Tuesday or Wednesday. Oreo was happy to hear this.
We cooked 2 hamburgers, lit a candle and talked about Oreo’s life with us. She lay there listening, and ate every scrap of hamburger! We then revised our plans and decided to dig her grave here where we’ve rented for the past 5 years, since it was Oreo’s home, and she’d never been out to the property with us. So, after the ritual, we went out to dig, and as I was digging, Oreo walked by, looked at me, nodded, and said, “OK, this is it.” We took turns digging, started in 3 different places and kept hitting tree roots. We changed plans again and decided to dig out at the property after all. Then it started to snow. Oreo had walked out to her favorite spot under the trees, and lay down. Cassie and I tried to get her up and inside since it was snowing, but she would not/could not move. I remembered her words, “ I want to die in the snow.” We made her as comfortable as we could there under the trees, covered her with one of my mother’s black and white afghans, and a folded up tarp. We propped my father’s old umbrella over her head (they had a very special relationship), so she stayed warm and dry. We checked on her periodically, but had the sense that she wanted to do this on her own. Her eyes were full of fear at first, I imagined because she was paralyzed at that point, but later they became more peaceful. At 9 PM, I heard her say, “This is my gift to you . . . I know you didn’t want to force my death.” I went outside, and she was gone. Many tears, of course, but we pulled out a box of pictures, found many of Oreo and the life and times we shared with her. We remembered, and I clearly felt her romping around the room, running circles around us. We went outside, wrapped her up in the afghan, folded her up in the tarp, and secured it until we could take her body out to the property and bury her.
Later that night, as I was working on the project she had been cheering on, I felt her presence beside me, and she said, “Come on, get this done, it will be good for the family!” We kept her body close for almost 2 days after she died because the weather wouldn’t allow us to go out and dig until Tuesday. We dug her grave in the pure red clay with not much effort, and placed her in the ground, on a hill overlooking the Valley, the Buttes, and the Coastal Range . As we finished, the sky cleared, and there was a beautiful sunset. Halfway down, we found an unusual rock . . . flat, about 2 inches thick, shaped like a perfect silhouette of Oreo’s head. I plan to paint her face on it as a marker. We realized that she wanted to be out there as a “draw” to bring us out, encouraging us to build a house and live there, close to her.
I checked in with Barbara on Wednesday. She again spoke as Oreo, saying, “I’m here, playing in the snow. Look Mom, no pain! I am happy, happy, happy, thank you for letting me go and allowing it to happen the way it did. Wish I could have had more hamburgers! I will always be here at your side, as long as you need and want me to be. Your empowerment is my joy . . . it would give me great pleasure to go on with you.” Barbara then heard the spirit world say, “Another great soul has passed. She is so much more than ‘Oreo’ . . . “ In retrospect, I see her guarding our threshold, looking, looking, looking at us, so intently. I see now that that look was watchfulness and caring, guarding and guiding. And I realize that there is so much more on so many levels that we know nothing or very little of. The animals we keep by our sides have so much to give and tell us, if we would only see and hear them. I think too of the classic fairy tales, and the hero who, faced with an impossible task is helped by creatures he was kind and helpful to along the way. The Latin root “anima” means “breath” or “life” . . . and so they are, with much to tell us about how to live on this mother planet. The grace of Oreo’s death still hovers over us, making it an especially sacred winter solstice.
Here’s a poem Cassie wrote for her, for us . . .
I dug your grave
in the snow
White softly falling
on red clay earth
It was your time
It was your time
Death comes for us all
Not as much for your passing
As for those left behind
The sudden quiet of a house
Bereft of you
For my father,
Who was a kindred spirit for you in your youth
For my mother,
Who nurtured you in your old age,
Whose childhood would have been incomplete
As we bury you under soft white
Your death grasps us, and enjoins us,
Nevada City, CA
Contact Barbara at 530.277.4904 – email: firstname.lastname@example.org