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Bill Northern |
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Animal Communicator & Dowser |
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BUDDY & MY ANGELS This is a true story that began during the last week in February 2004. It involves my then lost dog, Buddy. Bill Northern , whose website I only discovered after he had helped me find my dog, is truly a miracle worker. After reuniting me with Buddy, Bill suggested I read this feature article on him that Burl Burlingame had written for the Honolulu Star Bulletin back on Monday, February 21, 2000. My recent personal experience may give hope to other dog lovers who are searching for their lost companions. On Thursday, February 26, 2004 , lightning and thunderstorms struck Hawaii in the early afternoon. Like every work day, that morning I left my home after securing Buddy, my mixed breed hound dog (estimated to be around 8 years old) in my garage, leaving him about a 6 to 8 inch gap in the garage door for ventilation. Buddy is a large friendly dog weighing about 65 pounds. He is well mannered, lovable, and a true companion to me and my family. Unfortunately, the thunder must have scared him out of his wits and in his panic, out of the garage as well. He was nowhere to be found that evening despite an intense search around the neighborhood. The area we live is a gated community located against the Ko`olau mountains. The neighborhood is surrounded by a forested ridge line to the left, and a densely forested valley with heavy underbrush to the south. Lately, wild pigs have been seen roaming the streets at night, foraging for food. When Bud did not return home by the next morning, I knew he was hiding somewhere, but where? I had 150 flyers printed with his color photograph and a plea for his safe return. These were distributed throughout the neighborhood, posted at nearby parks and trails, and provided to our local security detail. My parents own a ranch and board horses in Waimanalo. They love animals, especially horses and dogs. My mother was aware that Bill Northern , an internationally known animal psychic whose abilities were primarily with horses and dogs, was still in Honolulu the last week in February, but returning soon to Virginia late Friday evening. Bill had been in New Zealand, and this was a scheduled stopover in Hawaii . Unbeknown to me, my mother contacted him by phone at a neighbor's ranch and asked if he would be willing to assist her distraught son in finding his lost dog that had disappeared the day prior. He agreed.
At the time, Bill was somewhat hurried. He was in the midst of packing up his bags for his long trip home to Virginia that same evening. Bill asked my mother for my dog's name and my street address in Honolulu . He advised her to tell me that Buddy was alive, scared, and curled up in some bushes about a 1/4 mile to the right of my garage, assuming I was facing it. Unfortunately, a quick search of this area on Friday afternoon turned up negative. After an unsuccessful all day search for Bud on Saturday, including several trips to the Hawaiian Humane Society, I emailed Bill at his home in Virginia the next day, Sunday. He suggested I scan a photo of Buddy and email it to him along with a map link of my home address located some 9,000 miles away in Hawaii ! Monday morning Bill replied to me by email. He believed Buddy was in an area located south of my home, still hiding in some heavy brush, about a 1/4 mile away. My dog was lost and uncomfortable, but still alive. My friends and I took off from work. We spent over 5 hours combing this very difficult terrain within a 3/4 mile radius, constantly calling (if not yelling) for Buddy, hoping that he'd at least hear us and respond with his typical “hound” howl to let us know where he was. No luck. Exhausted from hiking and attempting to navigate through the heavy brush (overgrown California grass, kiawe, lantana, haole koa, etc.), I decided to follow what the pig hunters do when they lose one or more of their hunting dogs. I tied my now very soiled shirt to a low hanging branch near the entrance to the forest, hoping that Bud would pick up my scent, find the spot where I left my shirt, and wait for me to get him later that night (Monday evening) or the next day. Still no Bud. On Tuesday morning, Bill sent me some grim email to my office located in downtown Honolulu . This was now the 5th day Buddy had been gone. It seems Bud was still in the same area as he was before but, according to Bill’s reading, emitting a much lower energy level. The psychic suggested the dog may have been attacked by other dogs or wild pigs overnight; that if it was Buddy's destiny to leave this world, we should hope that he pass quickly and without much suffering. I immediately phoned the bad news on to my friends. Hoping to still save the dog, they began yet another frantic search of the area suggested by Bill. No luck. Frustrated and more depressed while still at work at the office, I called and spoke directly with Bill in Virginia the same afternoon. He suggested the low energy readings of Buddy could be indicative of the dog simply resting. He felt Bud was still in the same area, but without much longer to live. Sensing my desperation, Bill agreed to conduct another reading of Bud's whereabouts while we were on the phone. Attempting to be more exact, the animal psychic placed a red dot marked by an arrow, pinpointing the spot on the map where the dog would be. Bill then scanned the map and emailed it to me. Then he asked, "Do you believe in angels?" If I did, then I should ask my angels for assistance in finding Buddy. Whatever skepticism I now had about animal psychics, spirituality extending to animals, and so forth, was being put to the test. Bill then suggested I follow some tips on locating Buddy using dousing rods (aka "divining rods"). Most important, I had to trust my spiritual self and not be bashful about asking my angels for assistance. Understand, while I am somewhat of a religious person in the sense I believe in God -- a Higher Being, I don't consider myself particularly holy or spiritually gifted in any special way. Anxious, if not desperate to get home to find my lost dog before he died, I finally made it home through heavy pau hana (after work) traffic around 5:00 PM . With not much more time to spare before losing sunlight, I fabricated 2 makeshift dousing rods according to Bill's specs using 2 wire clothes hangers. I then proceeded to walk to the edge of my neighborhood where I had tied my shirt the day before. With one wire hanger in each hand, I placed my trust in Bill's advice and asked my angels to guide me to my lost dog. Rather than frantically calling for Buddy as my friends and I had done on prior occasions, I tried a different and more subdued approach to coax him to come out from the bushes, assuming he was not injured; only scared. Alone in my search this time and admittedly more concerned that I would arouse my neighbors in nearby homes who would then observe me with 2 wire hangers in hand yelling for my dog (thinking I finally went over the edge), I calmly let Buddy know that I was searching for him. I tried to confidently and matter-of-factly assure him I was going to find him soon. The technique worked. Within a 1/2 hour of when I started following my makeshift dousing rods that took me exactly to the point on the map that Bill had marked, the hangers started twirling in circles like the arrow in a compass after you shake it. Instead of returning in the direction it had been leading me, the hangers were turned in almost the opposite direction, now pointing toward my home! Quite odd. I thought maybe it was the wind, so I faced in the direction of my home, expecting the hangers to return to the original direction they were leading me (toward the spot on the map). They did not; at least not immediately. Gradually, the hangers began pointing in a direction that would cause me to start heading back to where I had started, nearby the tree where I had tied my shirt the day before. It was now about 5:40 PM , starting to drizzle, and getting dark quickly. I decided to call my friend, Curtis, using my cell phone to let him know where I was just in case I got lost, and he needed to call 911. His cell phone was busy. I left a message for him to call me. About 10 minutes later, while still attempting to navigate my way out of the thick brush and trees and losing daylight fast, I received an ecstatic phone call from Curtis that Buddy had just run up my driveway to my garage! Perhaps it's just coincidence, but I know for certain my angels were right on the money when the direction of my hangers abruptly changed from the direction they were leading me; instead pointing back in the direction of my house. Bill's reading of where Bud was lost and likely hiding from Thursday's thunderstorm was exactly correct all along, unchanged from when he first provided a reading to my mother the very next day while he was still in Hawaii. Believe me, I am no longer a skeptic. Thanks to Bill Northern , both Buddy and I are now happily reunited! Amen. bob chong, esq. 236128 |
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