(bryanism on Animal Communication: "We're All the Same")
I was particularly excited to participate in today's Humane Society Fundraiser, which was held at a Pet Lodge for owners who drop their animals off before going on a trip. Why? Because there was another animal communicator participating too, which was rare, someone named Fran, which I'd heard about but never met, yet finally we were together in the same room, setting up our tables and paraphernalia, exchanging pleasantries, when she mentioned to me, "You know? I heard that you say really good things, Bryan! It's good to finally meet you."
"Same here," I added.
We were almost ready to get started, when I noticed a photo in Fran's hand, so I asked what the photo was and she replied, "It's a picture of my beloved 17 year old horse Charley, who just passed last week. I need to have a reminder of him close by. It's been so hard"

I looked away peering outside our makeshift animal communicators' room, which was actually a transient holding place for examining new animals upon arrival, with walls made of glass, which meant people could see us and we could see them (waiting for us).
The Pet Lodge owner buzzed in with a smile saying, "This is so wonderful, having two animal communicators here together at one fundraiser. Are you guys ready? People are teeming to come in with their animals for a chat!"
I walked over and placed my hand on the owner's shoulder requesting, "May I have a few moments alone with Fran?"
The owner looked puzzled and said, "Well, sure...just signal when you guys are ready. Okay?"
"Surely!" I affirmed, as the owner closed the door behind her, still I made sure the door was firmly closed before walking back over to Fran who was moving about, still in a fog of memories.
I said, "Fran, sit down. Give me the picture. Let me do for you what you've done for so many."
She blurted out, "You mean a reading? You want to give ME a reading to connect with Charley?"
"Yes," I said, "so, sit down. The others can wait, this won't take long. I already told the owner."
"Okay.." she passed me the picture with curiosity and then grabbed a chair, now sitting directly across from me with our knees touching.
I closed my eyes to connect with Charley, and said, "He says, 'thank you for a beautiful life, and that it was heaven on earth being friends with an animal communicator. The other horses in the stable, where you kept him, were jealous of that," Charley/I chuckled.
"Yes," Fran said, grinning and nodding in agreement, "they were a little jealous.." her eyes wide with excitement without a trace of sorrow, and she continued, "but I love all God's creatures and tried to connect with as many as I could, if there was time."
"I know," I confirmed and then continued, "You know, Fran, when it's your time to pass, Charley will come for you. He'll be in the same room off in the corner," I literally pointed out into the distance creating a mental picture of how things would be arranged, since I was obviously (in the astral sense) standing amidst the event of Fran's passing.
"You will utter some words to Charley, but your daughters will not understand what you're saying," I admitted not knowing why, and Fran answered so it made sense to me, "I only spoke to Charley in Apache."
"Oh, I see..." I paused to let the idea sink in before continuing, "and then you'll ride him bareback to an etheric realm where both your energies comfortably abide."
She responded, "I only road him bareback while he was alive.., never used a saddle."
When I gave her back the photo, the place where she and I "had gone," once gain, became the makeshift room where we sat, feeling like we were gone for an eternity, but actually speaking no longer than five minutes.
Still knee-to-knee, Fran gently gripped my wrist and mouthed, "Thank you! I needed that. I don't get readings from other animal communicators," she chuckled as she got up from her chair, "I guess you can imagine why," we both laughed.
I turned and lifted my hand, as a signal to the owner of the Pet Lodge, that Fran and I were ready to get started.