When I was a teenager, I discovered that I could communicate with my cat at the time. I don’t remember how I discovered this. but when I tried it, it did work. We did have dogs at the time, but I did not see if I could communicate with them at that time.
Our cat, who had her front claws removed (unfortunately), was an indoor/outdoor cat. The backyard was partially fenced in, with a
6-foot-tall wooden fence. My cat had no problem climbing over the fence when she was let outside.
At night, I would go on the top landing of the porch, to “call” my cat back for the night. It took a few minutes sometimes, but inevitably she would climb over the fence and come inside.
I would call her telepathically, using visual signs to communicate with her. And every time I tried this technique; it would work. It never occurred to me that this was different or unusual. It seemed rather natural, though it was nothing I particularly spoke about. I didn’t see a need to.
Fast forward to today (or rather in the past few years). As a hobby I do nature photography and hiking local nature trails. In my area there are lots of trails to hike. I prefer to hike early in the morning, when it’s just me and the animals. No people are present.
In one particular park, there are quite a few animals, especially deer. When I see deer or any animals for that matter, I always ask for permission to photograph them.
There was one time when I was at a nearby dam overlook. I was at an overlook, and I could see the dam along with some turkey vultures on top of the dam. I had my camera with me, and I focused my lens on the turkey vultures and asked them to spread their wings. Surprisingly, one did what I’d asked, and I snapped a picture.
There was another time when I was on a Great Lake pier. There were a couple of birds there and I silently asked if I could take their picture. A woman nearby remarked that they seemed to have posed for me, and I said they did.
When I ask animals if I could take their picture, most of the time they pose for me. A small minority isn’t interested and that’s okay. There was one time when I was on a local trail, which passed by a pond. On the way back, when I passed this pond again, I was bothered by a blue dragon fly. It would not give up. Once I took its picture, it left. I can’t explain it, other than these things happen to me.
I have this connection to nature, which I’ve always had as far back as I can remember (ok, that’s kinda relative for me). I can remember in the first house (where the abuse occurred and under the age of 10), going across the street. behind those houses and going through a barbed wire fence into a large pasture area. It’s probably gone now, but it was a large pasture, with no houses nearby and a pond used in the winter for ice skating. I remember being in this field and feeling free. There was no one around, just me and nature. There was no hurt going on.