Diablo gathers up a physical amethyst with his paws, just as the Healing Spirit put one into the dog's spirit heart. A recording of a live shamanic healing, where an old German Shepherd pulls an amethyst crystal between his paws in ordinary reality, as a Compassionate Spirit puts an amethyst spirit stone into his heart in non-ordinary reality.Read More
Stories of Healing and Love
This page features stories from my healing sessions and our journey circles. If you have a story from our sessions that you would like me to include please email me. To request a healing session for you or your animal, click here.
I just spoke with Bella, a beautiful Golden Retriever on the other side. She shared a poem with the healing power of starlight for her Mom. It was so sweet and tender that I wanted to share it with you.Read More
Its October, and time for ghost stories. I have a few from my years of doing clearings. Ghosts are often spirits who need help. They are stuck in-between the worlds. They need help getting to the light, to see their loved ones and to be whole again. Our way of working with them is to treat them with kindness and help them along. Here are some stories from my career.Read More
Joe is an elderly horse with chronic pain, who is reaching the end of his days. His Mom asked me to help them. This excerpt from the session describes the Spirit Herd coming to Joe, reconnecting him into the tribe, and showing him where he will be going.Read More
A friend asked me this question today:
Carla, I have one question; I am watching Crime & Investigation network for the programmes on ghosts. It educates me. But I can not understand why so many children spirits are seen. I was under the impression every child is waited for when they die. It is such an awful thought, children who are trapped. Do you know why that is?
Hi! This questions is so timely! The last house I cleared was a rental house for a management company. A child had died in a swimming pool, prior to the management company acquiring the house. The tenants requested the clearing because ghosts were rattling and chattering, and scaring them. I saw the child and the shady souls of the child’s mother, plus other adults. The mother was so heart broken and guilty that her soul split, and the lost part clung to the baby. In the clearing I crossed over the child and the other souls whose bodies were dead, and asked my power animal to return the soul parts of the living back to them, with healing power if they wished to integrate. This is just one case, but maybe children get stuck because they are so dependent on the parent that they strive to stay with the parent. The parent is so devastated that they have soul loss and the both should get stuck together? Then it all compounds as other lost wandering souls are attracted to the drama. Every case is different, but maybe this is an explanation. ( I also expect that the TV show depicts more child cases because they are more emotional and get better ratings - it doesn't mean that mosts ghosts are kids)
Mira left her body and entered the spirit world very recently. It was ultimately my decision. I wanted to hear if Mira was ok with it. I also wanted us to experience any healing that could be had for our life together and her passing. My experience was unbelievably personal. I did not expect to receive a one on one healing and blessing session. Karen is an amazing conduit to the forces and energies of the universe. The conversation with Mira that she engaged in reflected so much of what I would have liked Mira to have experienced while she was here on earth. She was not able to relax and enjoy life as it could have been for her... even when she ultimately ended up in a home surrounded with love, patients and acceptance. It was a joyful relief to know that she is free from her mental and physical burdens that experienced here on earth. She was loved and will be missed.Read More
Losing a horse is monumental. The tears, the ache, the feeling it will never end. But it does subside. It has been 6 days now. Kolur is processing his change. The first day he was in a white place where I could not go. This is the in between world where souls go to get is all sorted out - the body is gone, the concerns of incarnation can leave too. They separate from us. It hurts like mad! But it is completely right. We need to stay HERE. And they need to go THERE. and our souls must separate. He was only there about a day and half, a pretty short time. While he was there he would occasionally come thundering through the paddock and the swiftly pass away. The horses saw him and startled. I felt him, but we didn't communicate. We were finding our separateness. After he left the white place he joined a raucous tribe of Icelandic Horses, and I could begin to communicate with him. He introduced me to a Spirit Man who has been connected to us for generations. Kolur and I go back so many lifetimes. He told me that his favorite thing of all in our lives together was free dancing with clicker. And he said that the very best way to help Jark and Lyra through this is to clicker play with them. Then he took off with the cloudy band of his Spirit Tribe.
He was so right! That night I did target games with both of them. After Lyra figured out she was training me, she perked up. Jark was so excited to have the games back! Kolur and I had a special move - I would tap his croup and he would turn out way from me and circle back to face me, like being turned in a country swing dance. Jark watched it, but he never did it. That night he did it with pizzazz! I touched his hip and he stepped back, twirled on his forehand and snapped back into position. Wow! The healing has begun.
I have taken the two out on trail daily, riding Lyra and ponying Jark. For years I rode Jark and ponied Kolur, then we got Lyra and I would leave two horses home. It is funny to see Jark channeling Kolur, either through Kolur's intersession, or just from the way it is. Jark is slow, soft and willing to walk behind. This is out of character. But ponying brings out the cooperation in a horse.
I am grateful to have Kolur near, but free. Here when I need him, but otherwise running and romping in the wind, free to fly!
Love is not a big enough word. This horse - there are no words. So so sad. He went with grace, surrounded by those who have cared for him for these last years. Blessings to all of us. So So Sad.
Kolur Imported from Iceland by Robyn Hood in 92 or 93 An expo horse for the Icelandic Horse Farm, until he took to stumbling. Gifted to my by Robyn Hood. I restarted him with clicker training, no halter, no nothing. We just danced together for a year. He got fabulous body work by Erik Verdow. His pol finally got motion back, and he learned to bend and flex. That work inspired me to become a Masterson Method Massage therapist. Then we rode and rode. The beach. The mountains. The hills, in Expos. He got lost for 3 days in the Oregon mountains. He got cancer. We knocked it back! He nurtured his herd. Then we moved to Arizona. And he told Jark where we were.
Here in AZ his life was harder. No grass. And he lived in boarding stables for 6 years. He got cancer and an amputation. He got crippled by a stupid pasture accident and nearly died. But his love kept going. He became a therapy horse and was happy. He carried Angela over the hills, Dads late wife, and he helped little Priscilla learn to ride at 3 years old. At Robin Overstreet's barn he was an ambassador. A lover of all. And he kept saying "I want to live with you again!". So with the determination of a bull dog, Matt and I found this house, and he moved in just about 11 months ago. We had 11 months here. Me watching him out the windows. Lindy taking him for slow walk rides. Him loving his new mare Lyra, and playing with Jark, gelding style.
But this weekend was it. A colic and twist. Fast, furious, and done.
How we miss him. I regret not having spent more time loving and caring and tenderly being with him. Live for now. Love for now. Be for and with those you care for. JUST DO IT. Life is short. and poof.
In time Kolur will be my wind horse, as he has been in many journeys already. I know he is my forever pony. My heart and breath. For now, dear one, remember who you are. And when you are ready, teach me darling, about the wind and the sky.
Kolur 1986 - 2013
Hi Carla,A short add-on to the Ike story---little terrier from shelter you did a sesson on...
A few weeks ago I was doing dishes and suddenly felt for the first time Ike---all around me...unmistakeable! Happy to feel his presence and started sending him lots of love. Then wondered if it was a good bye--that maybe he was free of his body and leaving--
That night was just between waking and sleep and suddenly saw a road---and on the road Ike in his old body was walking. The area was beautiful--green, lots of trees, meadows and this dirt road led to a fence--a big wooden gate and two bright beings---standing at the gate. They smiled at Ike and he seemed to recognize them. As he ran to them his body shifted into a puppy body so he had all this vitality. He was so excited and happy--running toward this gate. He looked back at me with a wonderful and happy expression one last time. Then he went through the gate---the brilliant beings smiled and waved at me and closed the gate---they started playing with Ike and and they walked up the road out of site. He seemed so happy to be with them.
Just wanted to share this with you--since I am out of touch with his physical owners I'll never know what happened. This was so tangible and sudden. Thought to share it with you. Thank you again for the wonderful work you and your healing spirits did with him and also bringing the guide---the red winged blackbird that has become a strong presence in journeys here. Appreciatively, Jan in Colorado
I just talked with a cat who died last week. This cat said that the body is amazingly tenacious. She was commenting on the pain and suffering that we so often have to go through at the end. She said, "Well what do you expect? To have a body that will stay strong through all of the attacks and tempests life brings means that it will be strong in trying to stay alive at the end. It is the price we pay. Fortunately after you finally die it is easy to forget the pain and just relax again. EVERYONE has to go through it. It is part of the deal of being born. Oh well!" She never expected euthanasia and couldn't imagine blaming her person for not having a Doc at hand at 3:00 AM.
She was pretty philosophical. Her last hours were rough, according to her person. It was an interesting lesson!
Sallie Rallies For Love
NC was worried about Sally, an older dog who was having difficulties. Sally barely got around, walked stiffly, and needed help getting into the car. Also, she has been experiencing some skin problems and food allergies. NC would like to find out how she is feeling. What can be done to make her happy and more comfortable? What does she think about dying, is she scared? NC asks: “Do I need to think of having her put down yet or does she still have a lot of life left?”
Carla’s journey for Sallie:
“I took her on a trip to the upper world where she saw the place she would go and met the dogs she will be with. She was THRILLED and hardly wanted to come back. But she really wants to be with you for more time, so she came home. When her time finally comes the lead dog spirit will come to her with a special crystal collar and ask her to come with him. She will tell you by not wanting to get up at all, nor eat. She will look at you with loving eyes, just to say she loves you. You will know the time is right. She may actually just pass in her sleep. She loves you very much. Sally is in a good place emotionally and will let you know when it is time for her to go – so you can have a lot of comfort in that. When you feel it is time – IT IS!”
NC is happy when Sallie rallies:
“I just wanted to let you know Sally is doing great. She has a lot more energy and gets excited about going for our morning walks again. She is eating good and her quality of life has really improved. I am sure it is a combination of no longer fearing death, her new diet, and perhaps just knowing how much we love her.
It is we who are honored by your help. We will always be grateful!”
Lucky Says Good-bye
MB lost her wonderful old Doberman, Lucky. Lucky had been in a lot of pain and cried all night as he slept in MB’s arms.
Carla did a healing journey for Lucky just before he passed over. The connection between MB and Lucky is very deep.
After Lucky passed, MB wrote of her experience while Carla was actually journeying:
“I finally got to listen to the first tape. I didn’t get to hear it until two days after Lucky died. It was amazing! Remember that Lucky had come and barked and barked at me and that later you and I figured out that it was at the time you were making the journey (unbeknownst to me). Well on the tape, just after you start, there is a place where you say you can feel my touch and the love -oh the love– Well, when he barked at me I didn’t know what to do so I sat on the couch with him, with my arms around him and was telling him how much I loved him. Thank you for being here for me. You have helped me more than you will ever know.”
“Savage is your power animal, and she came to you as a wolf/dog so that she could be incarnated next to you and keep you safe. She was concerned that you needed hands on protection, so she incarnated for youRead More
Deb Decker shared this incredible story of love and healing for her kitty as he transitioned. It is so true that our connection to them helps them as they move from this plane to the other. And the blessing of being able to stay connected to them in a healthy way really is the best of the best. Thank you Deb for sharing this wonderful story! Carla
"When Bud--my beloved international-winning Havana Brown show cat that I helped bring into this world--was diagnosed with liver failure, I worked very hard with Carla and my holistic vet to first try and heal him. But the damage to his liver was too great from the tainted food he ate (it was kitten food on the Menu Food recall) despite his young age.
We all knew that he would soon leave us and I had one choice: to help make Bud's transition as peaceful as possible for him, and with as little guilt on my part for not being able to save his life.
Bud was what I called an "ugly ducking". I was there with Bud when he was born on September 3, 2006. From day one I started to talk with the babies (six little brown kittens!) and found that each had it's own "voice". Bud was the shy one who ended up displaying his "Siamese roots" by eating holes in my wool yoga blanket, toys and other non-cat-food items. While the others went off to either a show home or pet home, I had Bud--who was a roly poly "ugly duckling". He was short-legged and had a round little belly. Now looking back we know it was the food that bloated out his liver. When the food recall was announced to my horror I had the packets of food with the tainted lot number. This was the type of kitten food I raised his mother on so my litter was raised on it too. He was a picky little cuss - except for his taste in wool, string and hair - so the only thing he would eat was the pouch food. In other words, his poor liver was getting nothing but poisons when I thought he was getting a nourishing diet.
After he got off the food, he slimmed down into a "gorgeous swan" and soon became the youngest of his breed to claim the # 1 alter worldwide! And then while at the large international show, he got sick. And it was down hill from there.
It was through journeying that I learned from Carla at workshops that I was able to help Bud--and myself!--to get through all of this. I always journeyed with Bud before a show, and sometimes during a show if I felt he had a "question" or needed some help with a situation (i.e. a cat at the show, a judge, maybe that new fangled toy he saw!). He was really a funny little boy. A true showman....and a diva! He won the hearts of many judges, breeders and exhibitors. Oh, and spectators too. We'd be at a show and he'd say in his cute little voice "what is up with that cat crying?" So journeying with him as a kitten had allowed us to have an open communication during his (short) life. And that also allowed us to move through his illness, and eventual transition.
When we realized he would not make it, I journeyed to help him with this. He was young, and he loved his mama Gwendolyn so much. He didn't want to leave me either. But he sure didn't want to leave his mom. Gwendolyn, Prissy (an old dog that had passed away years ago) and Spatz (my first cat that Carla met!) were there to help out. Bud was not ready, and it took a while for him to realize that his life on earth was really meant to be short, and he had bigger things to do once he crossed over.
Three days before he was to pass away, I heard him clickity clack into the office (I didn't trim his nails at the end...why?) and then his sweet voice say "I know it's almost time..." then he jumped into the window and watched the Blue Jays and Cardinals eating suet and seed. He turned his big eyes at me and said "I love you, and I'm ready."
The morning of December 6, 2007 I woke up. He was in his bed, but I could tell he was not doing well. So I put him on the bed...Gwen crawled up next to him and started to bathe him...and I put my hand on his side and started to journey. We called circle and not only did my power animals come in, but his angels, guardian spirits and power animals came in too. And then my cats and dogs who had passed over, including his three sisters who had died at the ages of 3-7 days. His sisters were crystal keepers and they brought a gorgeous crystal for Bud. Prissy -- my old Schipperke who was so fat she had to have a Mallard duck to fly around on in the heavens--brought the mate to her duck for Bud to ride when he was ready to cross over. Spatz was there to help along with my grandmother. And Butch, my old Angora who was a head in the crystal palace, showed Bud that he was to do healing work on animals, and help lost animals get home. He had a wonderful mission ahead of him. And as Butch said with his Cheshire smile "You'll be the best cat in the biggest cat show ever!"
With that I heard a long sigh....and I opened my eyes to see Bud gone. I wrapped him up, held him, blessed him, and told him to soar on the back of his new winged friend and I would see him. (Spatz also informed me Bud would go through a 14-day transition period so he could adjust to his new role and spiritual body.)
Although I still miss the little diva....by journeying from the first sign of illness through his transition, I know that Bud has a bigger role to play. He has shown me his healing work and it's funny to hear Prissy (who still works with him) jump his butt because he's just doing a young brash "kid thing". I know I now can call on Bud to help out at the shows (he still comes and hangs out and calms his mom down if she's in the ring) and he has even helped me and the other cats and dogs.
Knowing he is happy, and is playing a role in helping others, has given me a sense of peace. I didn't carry--nor do I carry--the guilt that I fed him food (that I thought was good for him! who knew it was poison for my baby?) I still cry at times, don't get me wrong! But the minute I do I think "why?" and then I'll hear him say "because you like to stroke my chin".
So you know what I do? I close my eyes, and meet him in our favorite place next to a gorgeous, babbling stream....and I stroke his chin."