Energy Fields, what are they?

Our little Ash and me when he was about 10 weeks old.

We feel our animal’s energy when we touch them or when they give us a friendly lick (like our little Ash is giving me in the photo above!). We feel good around them because we are sharing an energetic field full of love.

But if you’re wondering how animal communication can take place without the animal being in the same room with the person communicating, whether it’s you, me or somebody else, then you’re asking “What is an energy field?”.

I use an energy field to connect with animals during all my animal communication sessions, whether the animal is across the room, across town, or on the other side of the globe. There is a wealth of information available in books, classes, and online that goes into a detailed explanation of energy. In this post, I hope to give you some brief examples to help you understand energy fields and possibly spark an interest that inspires you to explore the topic further.

What is this energy field I use to connect with animals? It’s a pathway for communication allowing information to travel from one place to another. It’s all around us, all the time. We have our own personal energy field, and so do animals. But there are also fields of energy in groups of people, buildings, and even words.

We’ve all walked into a room where the people already in the room are silent, and we think, “What just happened? Everybody seems tense.” There is a feel to the room. You are experiencing a shift in the energy between rooms. Your surrounding energy field collided with a different energy field causing you to notice a shift in the mood, tension, and emotions of your surroundings. You received information, without even trying, about the people and the conversation that had recently occurred prior to you entering the room.

When somebody says “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know something is off…” They are feeling the energy of information just outside the grasp of the energy field they are currently residing. When they can bring that information into their energy field, that’s when the metaphorical light bulb goes off, and they realize, “Aha! That’s what I was thinking was off!” They have now put their “energetic finger” on the missing piece of information.

We can put our physical finger on an object, in water, or on a person’s shoulder and feel energy too. It’s subtle, but it is there. This is why babies need to be held and animals need to be groomed for them to be socialized. You are sending an energy of love and nurturing their energetic field with this interaction. When somebody you care about gives you a big warm hug, you are physically feeling their energy.

Think about that first cooler day in the Fall. Do you sometimes get a shock from static electricity just by bumping into something? You’re feeling the energy field there too. Energy is everywhere and in all things. Science has proven this through the study of matter and the atoms that form matter. Atoms contain energy. Scientists expand every day on the research involving Quantum theory and how fields of energy affect how we move, think, interact and develop as a society.

If you look at weather patterns and study hurricanes, the energy field patterns are fascinating. Why do cows lay down in the field long before a storm is on the horizon? They can feel in the air the energetic field shifting due to the approaching storm’s energy. They are connecting with the energy of the storm.

Ever had a dream that stayed with you for the whole day or even longer? You woke up, but the dream felt so real that you forgot you were in your bedroom? When we are dreaming, we are connecting through an energy field. Whether we are having a good dream or a bad dream, we wake up feeling certain emotions even though we never actually touched anything physically. We were in a mental field of energy different from the physical energy field of our bedroom. When we woke up, we immediately felt a shift, but the mental energy of the dream stayed with us.

There are many ways to connect and feel the energy field around you. An essential part of strengthening this connection is Meditation. I know, I know, many of you already know this, I can feel the subliminal eye roll out there. LOL! However, others are thinking, “but I can’t meditate, my mind won’t shut off” or “I don’t have time for meditation” or “I get so bored meditating.” I used to think meditation was boring. Once I discovered and began feeling the benefits, I then had to battle the “I don’t have time to meditate” argument. Once I created space for meditation in my daily life, things shifted dramatically. I could feel the energy field faster, deeper, and on a much more intimate level than ever before. Many spiritual teachers refer to meditation as a practice, because it genuinely takes practice. Just like going to the gym every day to develop your muscles, practicing meditation every day helps you develop your energetic muscles. I consider it part of my job to meditate regularly so when it’s time to connect with an animal it is instantaneous.

When I connect with an animal, I am deeply respectful of their energetic field. Just as I would be when first meeting another person. I wouldn’t walk up to a person I just met and give them a huge bear hug. I would respect their space and get to know them first. There may be a bear hug in the future, but I take my time entering their energy field as I would hope others would do for me.

In summary, energy is all around us. When you feel a change in mood, temperature or even sound, you are feeling a shift between energy fields. Energy is traveling through these fields with information. During an Animal Communication Session, with, and ONLY with, your animal’s and your permission, I use these energy fields to receive information from your animal, allowing a pathway for an intense spiritual connection for which I am always grateful to experience. Learn more about Animal Communication here

An Admonishing Horse

Honey and me, Circa 1995.

The semester before I graduated college I completed an internship with a big accounting firm. We were given two weeks of spring vacation before reporting back to school. I spent the break soaking up every free moment with my horse Honey at my family’s farm.

One morning I went out to the stables to get Honey ready to haul to a friend’s place for a ride. Nobody was there but the horses and me. I pulled up to the barn and saw Honey had been turned out into the round pen. She was laying down and looking at her stomach with discomfort. I’d seen this many times before with other horses. It looked like colic, a dangerous and often deadly condition for horses.

Panicking, I ran to the pen and tried to get her to stand up. She wasn’t thrashing around but looked like she might at any moment. When a horse shows signs of colic, the last thing you want them to do is to start rolling around. It can cause irreversible internal issues. I grabbed her halter and placed it on her head. She looked too uncomfortable to stand up, so I just crouched next to her and rubbed her ears in her favorite place. I could see in her eyes she felt miserable. As I started to walk away to call the veterinarian, I saw her begin to move into a roll. I have been around horses since before I was two years old, so I knew never to do what I did next…try to get between a horse and the ground.

In this instance, however, all logic flew out the window as panic took over. Honey’s back was to me, and she didn’t know I was coming up behind her. The weight of her body knocked me back on to the ground as she began to roll, and time appeared to be in slow motion as I saw all four of her hooves in the air just above my head as she threw her full weight into rolling entirely over. I thought I was a goner. Her entire body was about to land on me. The wind had been knocked out of me so I couldn’t yell to tell her I was there, nor was there any time. Just before she completely rolled over, she caught sight of me in the corner of her eye. I could see the whites of her eyes as she froze for a moment. I heard her grunt with surprise as mid-roll, with all four legs flailing in the air, she managed to reverse her motion and rolled away from me just before landing entirely on top of me. Honey’s next actions were astonishing.

I remained kneeling on the ground, trying to catch my breath. Honey, realizing she was about to roll on top of me, stood up and headed straight for me. I was still out of breath kneeling on the ground.  Using the entire length of her nose and forehead, she lowered her head and drove it into the center of my chest lifting me into a standing position. I felt Honey’s concern and frustration consume me. She then gave me another good push and shook her head vigorously as I heard a loud, almost shouting voice exclaim “Are you okay?!” Immediately followed by “What were you thinking?!”

She snorted and stood glaring straight at me breathing heavily. I was speechless, still breathless, and unable to fathom what I had just heard and felt.

I was still the only person at the barn. Did I hear my horse yell at me? I knew I did, but there was no time to question it. Something was wrong with Honey. I told her I would be right back and raced to call the vet. While on the phone with the doctor the sheer enormity of what almost happened and what did happen washed over me. Through tears, I tried to explain how urgently the vet needed to see her. He agreed to come out immediately.

I hung up the phone and went straight back to the pen. Honey was still glaring at me. I hugged her, and said “I’m so sorry! That was so stupid of me! Thank you for protecting me.” She nickered and hung her head low as I rubbed her ears.

I walked her around the pen until the vet arrived. He looked at us in confusion and said “Geeze, Devon, I thought Honey was on her last breath by the way you sounded on the phone. She doesn’t look too bad.” Little did he know I had almost witnessed my last breath moments earlier.

Sadly, this was the very beginning of a tough two weeks that led to Honey’s passing. But I am so grateful we had such clear communication that day and the weeks that followed. The day my horse admonished me will forever remain a turning point in my awareness of animal communication.

From Accounting to Animal Communication

Often people ask what led me into the field of Animal communication. I used my accounting degree for sixteen years in business consulting, investment research and entrepreneurial ventures. So what caused my transformation from such a left-brained line of work to this mostly right-brained type of business I call Build Intention?

In 2015, five years after my grandmother passed, I noticed I was beginning to feel a void. Something was missing. I was not facing any significant challenges at the moment, nothing I could verify as the cause for this feeling. I became very critical of myself and started scrutinizing my every thought, action, and experience.

One lazy summer afternoon, I laid down on a recliner outside to take a nap. As I attempted to fall asleep, the void I was feeling spread, invading my chest even further. I felt nothing. Not happy, not sad, not grateful, not angry, just blank. I knew this was not a healthy experience for anybody, ever. But I could not begin to imagine why I was feeling this way. I knew I was incredibly blessed with my family, home, and work life. “So, what was wrong with me?” I thought to myself.

I stared up into the trees, feeling completely at a loss for words on how to even describe how I was feeling.  So, I just said “God, can you please help me?”. My eyelids became very heavy, and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke to feel rejuvenated and decided not to ponder this “dilemma” any further for the day. After all, it was time to spend time with my family by the pool and enjoy one of the last weekends of summer.

During the next couple of weeks, I began to feel a transformation. I started trying new activities and meeting new friends. I joined the local gym and began attending Yoga and fitness classes with a new level of enthusiasm. I also began taking the time to create. I have always enjoyed editing home videos and turning them into fun short films to watch for entertainment. I even started a private YouTube channel to share the videos with close friends and family. It was a fun, creative outlet. I felt I was moving slowly, but steadily away from the vacant space in my chest.

A few months later, it was the dead of winter. January can feel so bleak sometimes when you haven’t seen the sun for several days in a row. I felt the void try to creep back in a little bit, but this time I was prepared to battle the feeling.

I began setting new goals for myself, my family and my work. I started journaling and reading new subjects. I have always loved gardening, so I dove headfirst into preparing for my Spring garden. Finally, winter gave way to spring, and I spent every free moment out in my garden.

One Saturday afternoon I came inside for a quick nap before heading back outside for more yard work. I easily fell asleep. A few moments later I realized I was in a dream. I was still in my bedroom, lying on my stomach with my head buried in my pillow, precisely the way I had fallen asleep, but I knew I was dreaming. I was awake in my dream. Then I became aware that somebody was gently hugging me around my shoulders. I rolled over to see who was there. Standing next to my bed was my Grandma. She didn’t speak. She just stared at me and smiled an intentional, knowing smile. She looked me in the eyes, and I knew she was there to deliver a message. A message just appeared in my mind.

“Get to work.”

Grandma nodded silently, acknowledging she knew I received her message and then I woke up.

I had received messages in my dreams before. So, I didn’t hesitate to listen. However, it took until the next afternoon to realize the subject to which Grandma was referring.

From the moment I awoke from my nap that afternoon, I was consumed with decoding Grandma’s message. I thought about it the rest of the day, evening and woke up thinking about it the next morning.

Around lunchtime that Sunday, I headed out to work in my garden again and the memory of Grandma’s and my many discussions about animals resurfaced in my mind.

I knew if I kept thinking about it, I would probably find more clues.

I thought of how Grandma started telling me over and over from a very young age that I had “A way with Animals.” I remember I would always shrug and think “Doesn’t everybody?”.

She would listen to me tell story after story about my cats, my horses, my dogs and any other animal I came across, with details about how they felt, responded and even requested things from me. She followed my horse showing career with great interest and often shared her own stories about her animals and animal interactions.

We would spend hours talking about what spiritual creatures animals are and how important they are in our lives. She is the one who first pointed out to me what the word “dog” is spelled backwards. We discussed how we believe animals are superior to humans in many ways, especially in their spiritual connection. We also discussed the importance of spirituality in our own lives quite often, and how being around animals always made it easy to feel closer to God. Ease many people spend all their lives seeking, yet not finding.

A half hour later I was planting a tomato plant. I was kneeling on the ground, digging into the earth when the thought came to my mind…”What if it has to do with all the deep conversations we shared over the years about Animals?”

On a ninety-two degree, humid afternoon in Texas the BIGGEST chills raked from the crown of my head, to my back, and through my legs to the tips of my toes as though somebody had unexpectedly brushed their fingers down my back. I would not describe them as goosebumps, because they were so sudden and so shocking it was almost uncomfortable. Immediately followed by a comforting tingling all over my body. I felt a mental light switch flip on. Grandma was telling me “Get to work….with animals!”I acknowledged this physical experience as confirmation I was on the right track.

Inspiration sprang in my chest. It felt amazing. My enthusiasm was bursting through my skin.  

Over the next year, I continually thought of working with Animals in the future. At first, I kept thinking, “How will I work with Animals?”I brainstormed ideas, daydreamed, researched careers with animals…

In fifth grade, my teacher asked our class to write a letter to ourselves saying where we wanted to go to college and what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said I wanted to go to Texas A&M University, (and I did) and that I wanted to be a professional horseback rider AND Veterinarian. TWO Animal careers at once! Ha! Over the next several years I had plenty of opportunities to shadow veterinarians in their offices and watch them work.

I remember as if it were yesterday, a very poignant conversation I had with my dad one afternoon when I was about fifteen. We were out at our farm spending time with my horse, Honey, watching her graze on the grass around our feet. (She always loved the green I was explicitly standing on and would nudge me over gently as she moved from patch to patch.) My dad would take every opportunity to discuss my career plans with me, and it was getting close to college application time, and I needed to be thinking about my major.

He asked, “So are you still wanting to be a veterinarian? It’s many years of hard school work and can be difficult to make a decent living in the early years of your career.” Dad is a C.P.A., so always practical about financial security. I wasn’t afraid of the work, or lack of a decent salary, but I admitted to him that I hated the way it felt in veterinary hospitals. I told him, “The animals can be so scared or upset. I can’t stand knowing it’s because of something I’m doing, even if though it’s intended to help. But I want to do something that helps animals. Like maybe open up an animal shelter.” Dad said, “well then you would need to know how to run a business. If you get a business degree, you can open any business you desire.” His point made perfect sense to me, so I applied to business school and graduated with my accounting degree.

Fifteen years after graduation I was still doing accounting work, not working with animals. With two young daughters and many other financial responsibilities, I was not in a place to open a shelter. So how could I help animals right now?

One day, while journaling, the answer came to me. Animals create space for people to connect spiritually. Especially for the people who have turned their back on spirituality due to previous painful experiences. A person who would shun the idea of spiritual connection with God might be able to connect again with animals. This was the point of Grandma’s message. By work, she meant to take on the job of helping people connect with their animals spiritually. I knew I needed to share with people the profound ways I connected with animals. And how I connect with intention. I knew I could do this with animal communication.