Animal Communicator Lifetime Adventures

Wild and Buzzing Animal Communication

Sometimes people think that when you can communicate with animals telepathically, they will be willing to do what you want. No, communication doesn’t equate to obedience. Animals are individuals with their own agendas in life. We can communicate with each other and still have different perceptions, different priorities, and different ideas about how things should be.

Good communication and understanding of another’s viewpoint usually opens the way to understanding and cooperation. However, sometimes other animals are not willing to listen, understand, or cooperate, especially wild animals who often don’t have a desire to get close to or please humans like domesticated companion animals do.

I’ll give you a few examples of when communicating with wild critters did not go so smoothly and what I learned.

The Bees and Me
Closeup of bee eyesI’ve had a happy co-existence with bees as a gardener, appreciating their hard-working focus and the many varieties from honey bees to a myriad of native bees. The only time I had been stung by a bee was when I was a child walking barefoot on a lawn covered with dandelions, and I accidentally stepped on one. Another time, when I was about ten years old, walking home in a hard rain, a bee took refuge on my leg. He didn’t sting me even when I ran and tried to shake him off.

That is, until a new chapter of adventures with bees began when I moved to the Sonoran desert north of Phoenix, Arizona in 2015. Then I met the Africanized honey bees who are not always tolerant of human closeness. You may have read news reports of people who have been hospitalized or even killed after receiving multiple stings by swarms of “killer” bees. These are European honey bees who have bred with bees brought here from Africa. They have a quick temper and will sometimes chase people who disturb them or their nests, more like yellow jacket wasps than docile honey bees.

Not long after I arrived, while bending and digging in the garden, I felt a sharp sting through the back of my blouse. I thought it must have been a horse fly biting, even after a painful, itching welt developed. Later, I realized who actually stung me.

I began to notice that honey bees would sometimes buzz around my face and seem disturbed by my activity. This was so unexpected for me. Then I realized that the honey bees in this area were the more aggressive Africanized variety. I communicated my friendly intentions and was more careful in my movements around them. I felt a more peaceful co-existence with them after that. Bees would sometimes buzz in my space and check me out and then carry on with their business.

The Bee Didn’t Listen to Me
Then one day, a bee buzzed around me in an erratic way and seemed angry. I attempted to communicate with him, but he wasn’t interested. When he dive-bombed me, I waved him off, but he came back repeatedly. I went inside the house and waited awhile, letting him know I meant no harm and hoping he’d go about his business. However, he was waiting for me at the door when I went out again and kept dive-bombing me with the intention to sting. After waving my hat at him to keep him at bay, he finally went away.

When I tuned into him, I found I had not disturbed his colony nest, which is sometimes the provocation for an attack. He was angry for no apparent reason and determined to chase me off or sting me. This bee stalked me in the morning when I did my animal care and garden rounds. My successful defense was sweeping a cloth around my body when he would try to attack.

I asked a fellow animal communicator friend to see if she got anything from the bee that he didn’t communicate to me that I should know. She didn’t. After 3 days of this behavior, all was quiet on the garden front again when I went out in the morning. I perceived that the bee had died.

Then two other bees came over and started buzzing in my face. They told me that their fellow bee had told them before he died that I was an enemy and they should be on guard. As they buzzed above my head, their conversation went like this, “I don’t see anything dangerous about her. She’s just a gardener doing her work with the plants and seems friendly. I think he (the bee who attacked me) was a bit off. She is harmless.” At that, they flew off, and my calm-existence with bees resumed. Whew!

I Didn’t Listen to the Bee
My next bee adventure came when I was cleaning up dead branches from on and around the trees on my land and dragging them into a pile. When a bee began buzzing loudly around my head, I waved him off. He yelled at me, “You’re disturbing our nest. Go away.”

I didn’t see a bees’ nest on the ground or in the tree or any other bees, which would have prompted me to leave quickly. It would also have been hard to see a bees’ nest in the ground with all the plant debris.

I was determined to drag the last few branches over to the pile, and told him that I’d be done very soon and away from the area. He wasn’t happy with my answer, buzzed angrily, and then landed on my arm. I brushed him off before he stung, and I began to move away quickly. He dive-bombed me as I ran and managed to sting me on the arm. I scraped off the bee’s detached pulsating stinger from my skin to stop it from continuing to inject bee venom.

Bees die after they sting, and no other bee had taken up his cause, so I walked instead of running back to the house. I was definitely done with the branch project for the day!

Of course, I realized I paid the price for not listening to the bee right away and getting out of his space when he warned me.

Since that incident about three years ago, I have not been stung by a bee again. (Now ants are another story…) I am very aware when I am working in the garden if bees start buzzing that I am in their way. I let them know that I have no intention to harm them, but that I am here to help the plants to thrive that they are enjoying. I move out of their space if needed.

My mantra to them when they buzz in my face is, “I love you and I’m helping the plants.” That generally puts them at ease and they go about their business. Happily, the bees and I are now listening and respecting each other’s space.

Having continual adventures with unique individuals of different species, most of the time I feel in harmony even with those critters who sting and bite.
We can learn from all kinds of encounters with our fellow beings, even the unpleasant ones.

For more communication adventures with animals and to deepen your own telepathic animal communication journey, be sure to read both
Animal Talk and When Animals Speak.