Testimonials

OAKLEY

Barbara saved my sanity, marriage and the life of a foster pup named Oakley. When I agreed to help foster Oakley I had no idea the adventure ahead. He came into my home with the kind of frenetic energy that sets off alarms in dogs for miles around. I have four so you can imagine the uproar in our home. I compare it to opening our front door and throwing in a hand grenade. In attempt to keep the peace, Oakley and I spent that first night sleeping in the van! The only way I could keep him calm was to have him right next to me. And the only way to keep my home sort of quiet was to get him out of it. My husband suffers from chronic migraines and keeping a calm house is a must for his health, and my sanity.
   
Just the same, one of my dogs, Mocha, could hear us through the window and continued to whine and growl most of that night which set off sporadic bouts of barking with Albert, BeauBo and Happi. The cats hid. Michael woke that next morning exhausted and unable to find me. He frantically searched our home and was about to call the police when he decided to look one more place – the van. This is a funny story in retrospect. It was awful at the time.

    
I’d been referred to Barbara by a healer I greatly respected. Our first appointment was that very afternoon – thank God.To make a long story short, Barbara spent over an hour with us on the phone. First she scanned Oakley’s body for illness and dis-ease. He came up healthy. Then she ran through his body chakra by chakra. She checked in with his memories and emotions to find out when his extreme separation anxiety began and then did what she does to heal it. I can’t remember everything she said or did but I do remember the results.By the end of that session he was groggy! He stood up, walked into the crate he’d been avoiding and flopped down, asleep on his bed.  That night he slept peacefully and so did all of us and I mean all of us!

    
From that time on Oakley was a new dog. He was much more relaxed, confident and trainable. His new “energy” made him acceptable to my pack, including the cats! When his old anxiety would flare, Barbara was available to check in with him and ease us back on track. Two months after he came into my home Oakley, a dog who couldn’t relax and who had spent two years shuffling between shelters and foster homes, found his forever home.

    
A friend of mine used to tell me to “never give up until you get your miracle”. Barbara is someone who makes miracles happen. If you are at, or near your breaking point, with a pup, purr or person who is on their last chance, I recommend that you don’t give up. Give Barbara a call.

I … we … are so very grateful we did.

Viveca Stone-Berry
Fredericksburg, VA
Foster Mom of Oakley
Author, Adopt Foster Volunteer, 2013
 

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ROTTI

I first met Barbara (over the phone) when my dog Rotti disappeared.  He was a stray I picked up on my road with serious joint infections due to being attacked by the pack of wild dogs and/or coyotes that he was running with.  He had been gone for almost a week when I called Barbara for help.  She told me that he felt healthy and was actually playing, which was very normal for Rotti’s personality.  She described the surroundings as him being behind a white house with lots of “stuff” in the yard.  She felt that he was very close to my farm, maybe within a couple of miles.  She asked me to imagine standing on Maybank Highway and draw an imaginary line to my farm from there.  She then asked me to draw a triangle at about 7-8 o’clock to the left, and that is where he will be located.  My session with her was on Friday afternoon, so I set out on Saturday morning determined to find my boy.  I put up flyers everywhere and went all over with my car and ATV looking for this white house Barbara was describing.  Within a couple of hours, I sent a text to Barbara to see if she had any additional clues.  She replied back saying he was in the same area, but this time she saw him being close to a red truck (remember this detail for later in the story).

    
In my search, I ran into a very nice man riding a bike on the back roads.  He stopped to see what I was looking for and I explained what Rotti looked like and that I was confident he was in this area.  He paused, and then said that he needed to get my phone number to get back to me after he checked something out.  Being the assertive person that I am, I asked him to tell me what he knew NOW instead of later (it was more like a demand).  He said that he was at someone’s house and saw a dog that looked identical to Rotti.  He was wearing a bright orange collar (which I had just bought for him) and was tied in the backyard of a white mobile home.  He said it was a miniature junkyard and that he had apparently lived there before and had disappeared for a few months, then returned home miraculously wearing this shiny orange collar with tags and a microchip (the owners did not even notice that he had been neutered).  He told me where it was and I quickly went in that direction, with my stomach twisting more and more each minute.  I pulled up in front of a mobile home that he described, got out of my car, and immediately noticed that there was a red truck parked to the left of the mobile home.  I tip toed to the side of the house and peeked behind and THERE he was, tied to a tree right next to that RED truck.  He was sleeping on the ground, but woke up quickly when I whispered his name.  He started barking frantically, trying to break free of the rope that was holding him hostage.  A young girl peeked out of the window and asked me what I was looking for, almost as if she had been expecting me.  I told her that I was looking for a friend’s house and was lost.  I immediately left and called Barbara. I was frantic and did not know what to do next, since I knew that taking him from someone’s back yard in the middle of the night would surely get me arrested (don’t think I didn’t consider it though)!  She said in a very determined voice, “GO GET YOUR DOG!”  I explained that it was not in a “good” part of town and that I had heard that he lived there before.  I decided to call the police for back up just in case.  She agreed that was best for my safety.

    
When the police officer and I arrived at the house, the family seemed to know I would be coming back since they were standing guard at the side of the house.  He said that he knew I was here about the dog.  I confirmed and went on to explain that he has been mine for 3 months and I had nursed him back to health after a dangerous joint infection which could had cost him his life.  He said they raised him from a puppy and he had disappeared approximately 3 months ago.  They didn’t hang signs or make any effort to look for him; however they said how upset they were when he went missing.  This baffled me since I had just spent a full week of looking for Rotti and was not abandoning my search until I found my boy, dead or alive!  They had a digital camera with puppy pictures of Rotti and said that they would not let him come home with me.  They also said that they felt blessed that he returned home on that Sunday afternoon because they had been informed that morning that their cousin had been identified as the young girl who jumped off the Ravenel Bridge.  Her body was found that morning floating near the Yorktown.  It was difficult for me to argue this was simply a coincidence since Rotti had the biggest heart I have ever seen in an animal.  They also said the husband has a heart condition and Rotti encouraged him to take walks every day.  Even still, I begged them and offered money for him.  I was crying so hard that I could barely speak, which is not characteristic for me.  Nothing worked.  It became clear that I was not getting my dog back.  After saying good-bye to my boy, I left with a heavy heart.

    
Barbara continued to communicate with Rotti after I left.  He shared with her his reasons for needing to stay.  He felt he had a purpose there.  He was helping his family in need and knew the husband had health issues.  He needed to stay; however, he said that he would rather be with me.  He was torn, but his sense of purpose won in the end (which I admire him for).  I asked Barbara to tell him that he can always come find me, injured or healthy, and I will always welcome him back into our home.

Looking back on it, I do understand that the role I played in Rotti’s life was to fix him so he could go back to his true home and continue his healing responsibilities.  He received his vaccinations, negative heartworm test, and was neutered as soon as I found him.  I trust that will help him in the future.  Hopefully, he will not be tempted to roam and has a shot at a healthy life.  Jack and I miss him every day; however, I know that he will find us again if he needs anything.

Rotti is still working in our lives.  After a few months of Jack feeling at an all time low, another stray entered our lives.  She was starving and had recently had puppies.  We nursed her back to heath and she is now thriving and has become not only Jack’s best friend, but also his girlfriend.  Jack is a happy boy!

    
Without Barbara’s help, I would still be wondering about my precious boy and if he is safe and happy.  I had been looking for a full five days for him, and after my first session with him, I found him within 20 hours.  She carried through with her work until the very end, helping me understand not only where he was, but also WHY he needed to stay.  I don’t think I could have let him stay where his purpose lies if she had not shared that information with me.  It is very evident that Barbara cares deeply about every creature and human on this earth (and those who have passed on).  I have since met her in person when she came to my house to perform energy work on me.  She is just as amazing in person as she is over the phone.  She has also communicated with my cat (who we feel has been reincarnated from my cat that I lost a few years ago), my Appendix mare, and a stray dog up the road of which I am working on getting custody.  Every detail has been spot on!  I have complete trust and respect in her as a person and an animal communicator. 

Kim Delane
Wadmalaw Island, SC

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CHAZ

I own the most gentle and eager to please mutt, Chaz. Even during childhood, I’ve always sensed I could feel people and animal energy. When I heard there was an animal communicator holding sessions, I had to sign up. For others that have sat with her, we wait for her to ask, “what does your pet want more of, and what does your pet want less of.” Out the gate, my dog wouldn’t let Barbara get a word in edgewise. She looked at me smiling and said, “Chaz won’t let me speak. He insists that he has to let you know why he is in your life.”

Back story: I am not a dog person—I’m a cat girl! Chaz migrated from my ex-husband’s home to my home  sometime early 2000’s. Eventually, my son graduated high school and Chaz remained in our home. My husband does the walking, feeding, playing and even showers with him once a week. I do potty duty during the day but it is on a leash and only as long as it takes to get the deed done. He melts the heart of anyone who visits our home. We have friends that will drive to Charleston to pet sit. My husband sneaks snacks in his morning breakfast. He wants for nothing. My current marriage and home is peaceful and loving.I stared at Barbara waiting on Chaz’s message. “He says the reason he is in your life is because you needed something gentle.” The atmosphere of my first marriage was one far from peace.  Wow! “Let me ask him what he wants more of….” I sit quietly. “He says he doesn’t want  anything. He says he has everything he needs. He is a happy dog.” Wow! “Let me ask him what he wants less of…. Again, he says he is happy.” I look at them both and said, “I can’t believe he didn’t talk about his showers with my husband.” Barbara looks at Chaz and mentions my husband’s name. She starts laughing and relays, “He said that he loves Steve because he takes him on really long walks and lets him run.” Guilty as charged! With my pup’s silent lips, we moved on to my horse. But—that’s another testimonial.

Kat Varn
Charleston, SC