TALES OF A WIZARD'S LIFE - Animal Magic

By David Quigley

As a child I often imagined myself living in a Disneyland world, where animals could talk with humans.  But I always assumed this was merely fantasy.  Until the animals began talking to me.  I have also witnessed them talking to others in my presence, but mostly only I understand their message.  In this series of blog articles, I will be sharing some of the true stories of my experiences  communicating with animals. 

First let me assure the skeptical reader that as a spiritual teacher with a worldwide reputation, I have no need to aggrandize my ego with these tales.  But their truth is unquestionable.  They happened.  And in these true stories I am not celebrating my occult powers.  The opposite.  I am humbled at being chosen by Earth Mother to bear witness to the profound intelligence of her creation.  And in an era when mankind is rapidly destroying the natural world, I hope these stories will inspire us to save the loving and intelligent planet we live on.  The same planet that sent a wild songbird to sit on the podium with Bernie Sanders in front of ten thousand people.  The same planet the sent four lightning bolts to hit the military parade of our current President.  

 This first animal incident happened just one week ago while exploring a wild and trackless region of Trione Annadel Park. I was on the way to the bank with a large amount of money and my wallet fell out of my pocket.  So of course I was in a panic even though my inner guides assured me it would be found.  I spent close to 6 hours searching, and finally, utterly exhausted, I cried out quite loudly: “Jesus!  Help me!”  I had just finished spending many days writing a message from Jesus to the world. So I hoped maybe he would lend a helping hand.  

A second later a  wild turkey lifted her head out of the brush a few feet from me.  She looked directly at me and I heard the distinct message from her in my mind:  “I will take you to your wallet.”  Then she climbed out of her nest in the bush and quite deliberately she began walking.  Well, it was the wrong direction.  I had looked that way before.  But I was curious.  There were 4 tiny little fluff balls behind her.  New born chicks, they couldn’t even walk, but instead rolled their tiny down covered bodies haphazardly through the leaves and grass. 

I asked their mom:  “Aren’t these babies too young for their first walk?”  
And I “heard” her response:
“You’re right!  It’s so annoying!  But they had to follow HIM!” she said, pointing with her beak to a 6 foot tall column of love and light walking a step or two beyond her.  I was walking ten feet back to not alarm the family.  But I recognized who it was immediately. 

Spellbound, I followed them maybe 50 feet, utterly entranced.  I noticed that mother turkey’s throat, her crop, was moving constantly.  Since I had only seen this phenomenon among strutting males during mating season, I asked if she was upset.  Her eyes responded: “What, you’ve never had babies?”    I then realized that with her babies too little to walk, she would constantly have to break down the hard seeds of her woodland environment into a soft paste to feed them. 

Finally, she and the babies turned aside and disappeared very quickly into the bushes.  Now, I thought, I can go back to my search.  So I turned around…and nearly stepped on my wallet which was a couple of feet from my body, in a small hollow where it would have been almost impossible to find, without a little help from my friends!   Thank you Mother! And  Jesus!  
Next article:  THE NIGHT THE OWLS CAME FOR ME.  My wizard calling at age 19.