(bryanism on: Animal Communication --> Higher Order of Things)
 I was surprised to get a phone call from a physician named Fran, who I'd met at the Kennel Club where I gave a joint talk and demonstration regarding animal communication and medical intuition. Fran was a physician at the local university providing medical services to campus students. 
After my talk she stood in line and asked me to intuitively diagnose her dog's diarrhea, gone unresolved after three weeks and two visits at the vet's. I explained she'd find a parasite in the stool, eventhough the vet said there was none. A week later I got an email from Fran explaining that through her persistence and insistence, the vet took yet another stool sample and indeed found a parasite after all. After canine meds, things went back to normal.
 But on this day, Fran said, "Bryan I have another problem. As I'd explained to you in before, I'm trying to sell my current house to permenantly leave town for a new job opportunity, finally moving on after my divorce."
 "Yes, I remember. What's up?"
 Fran continued, "I don't even know if you can help me regarding this one. It involves something I heard you say during your talk about animal communication at a different scale and the impact we humans make with our minds. There's a stray cat that shows up daily on my porch, mainly when I'm not around; and this cat regularly urinates just outside at the base of the front door."
 "Oh really?" I shifted positions genuinely interest in what was next.
 And she said, "...which incenses my two in-house cats to urinate immediately at the same spot but on the other side of the door. I hate caging my cats when I leave home as result!"
 "Wow! How's that been impacting your progress?" I probed further.
 "For the extensive cleaning and deodorizing this requires, I've had to reschedule a total of six open houses with viable buyers, some who wouldn't reschedule. My realtor's not happy either"
 "Well, I'm sure that's pretty labor intensive, but what did you want me to do?" not letting on that I already sensed her request.
 Fran compelled, "Can you tell the cat to stay away?"
 I chuckled, but not with apathy, for the creative solution she'd come up with, "Why sure," and I paused to say, "...but there'd need to be a good enough reason to change the order of things though..." I mulled over aloud before reaching a conclusion, "Okay, I got it! Let me try and connect right now."
 "Okay," she said in whimsical response to the secretive conditions I had set before trying to contact and impact.
 In the mind's eye I waited on Fran's porch until the stray cat returned, and he did; and then he and I privately spoke.
 After a moment of telepathic silence, I returned to real time and informed Fran of the instant message I'd just received from the stray, "He said he'll try to resist." 
"What of my indoor cats? Did you speak with them too?" Fran double checked.
 "No, I did not, because those cats are 'in order.'" I explained.
 "Well, okay. Fingers crossed!" she said before hanging up.
 Three days later Fran calls to update me on her cancer status, that she'd gone into complete remission taking the cocktail of oral anti-cancer/viral meds her oncologist prescribed, but nevertheless expressed a desire to take less, knowing these drugs were cytotoxic -- selectively toxic at best. She asked, "Can you come by so we can do energy work on that?"
 "Sure!" I said, burning to ask, finally giving in, "So,....Fran what about that stray cat?"
 "What cat?" she said."Oh, that cat!" she laughed like the first time she'd even noticed her own amazement, "That cat never came back, from that day you connected while on the phone with me....AND," she said as if to sing the second verse, "I have a buyer!" she rejoiced on the other end.
 "Hmmmpf. Good!" I said more amazed with the cat, than I was with the house, since resolving one issue surely takes care of the other. 
Also, inspite her own amazement with the turn of events, she was almost as astonished to hear a sigh of relief come from me, displacing my own shadow of doubt that the cat might not oblige, and so she asked, "But I'm curious though."
 "Yes?" I welcomed.
 "What in the world did you say to that cat?"
 "You really want to know?"
 "Yes," Fran said, switching the phone to the other ear.
 Changing to first voice I quoted myself: 
"Listen, Mr. Cat, I want to say thank you for co-creating this opportunity to redemonstrate the validity of animal telepathy; but there's something more you must do so that our interaction is positively affirmed in the mind of this human, whose property you've trespassed upon wreaking havoc for some higher purpose unknown until now. Here's a woman and medical doctor who looks within at a very important time of her life to acknowledge how everything connects. Honor my appeal! Adhere to the higher Universal principle, so that she understands. You must never return!"
 Although Fran said little in response to that, later on I could tell she took this specific instance to heart, but surprisingly in terms of the inner voice and its ability to help self-heal and stay well. It also had something to do with the power of thought or spoken word that has impact above as below, within as without and being thoroughly convinced of this -- all faciliated by a stray cat demonstrating conscious adherence to a higher order of things."