(bryanism Repost on: Animal Communication ---> Group on a Mission)
Group on a Mission (story)
I was at another Humane Society event as pet psychic donating all proceeds. Inspite the long line, things went smoothly, since they provided an assistant to take money, give back change, make sure each had a question,... even keeping me from going over, time-wise. 
It felt more like people stood in line to get on an amusement ride, listening in on the interaction ahead of them reporting to others just behind what's in store, everyone enjoying the group telepathic link we co-created. 
Suddenly a girl came bounding to the front of the line, not from the back, but from the side saying, "Remember me? Remember me?" She came with a picture of the dog she and her mom rescued. 
"Sarah, Sarah" the mother came up from behind, "...you can't just jump in front of all these people waiting their turn." 
"But mom," she compelled, "I just wanted to remind him. That's all!" 
The mom looked at me, I looked at the people who were next and a few others in line to find them completely enthralled with the girl, coaxing me to give her full attention. 
"Go ahead," I encouraged, "but you'll have to jog my memory." 
The girl took another step forward saying, "Remember three months ago around spring, we were in line? Remember everyone had their dogs but us? All we could bring was a photo. We asked why she was afraid to leave the house with us, thinking it was connected to the way she was treated before we rescued her. You used the photo, saw her past but wouldn't explain, because our dog,Trixie, didn't encourage it." 
The girl went on with her story, "Whenever we were set to leave the house, Trixie ran to the basement and wouldn't come up until we'd return home, but not without alot of coaxing. You used the picture to tell Trixie she was safe with us.  You said we'd notice a difference when we got home." 
"Okay," I said readjusting my chair, noticing people looking at one another anticipating what comes next; and as if for our benefit, Sarah continued shedding light on why we were here, "and when we got home, there Trixie was... upstairs at the door to greet us for the very first time!" 
Even I took a step back to join in the group's collective sigh of relief, all of us feeling lucky that Sarah was successful in carrying out her mission... on several levels. 
"We even took our first walk around the block. So...thank you, mister," Sarah said as her mom stepped forward with Trixie (on a leash), so I could meet her in-person. 
As I pat the dog, Sarah's mom said, "Now that you know, let the others have their turn," waving goodbye. 
They left us spell-bound by their reminder.  Rescuing animals is our mission. Together we bring fruition to that mission.