Tales With Voiceless Whispers

Turbo, the fast snail

The kiosk was about to close and I couldn’t bear leaving him like that. I left both my slippers beside him so that no one would step on him. 🤭 I ran barefoot to the kiosk and got my parcel. I came back to him and saw him getting familiar with my slippers. 🙂‍↕️

POV: an animal communicator's grief

An animal communicator's take on grief; where grief doesn’t always mean the end. It’s a calling to continue the love between two souls currently living in different forms.

Bituin, my harbinger

Bituin wouldn’t let me leave.  At this time, I wasn’t exactly clearly communicating with animals, but it did feel quite obvious to me that she didn’t want me to leave.  I repeatedly asked her to move, but she was reluctant to.  Thirty minutes later, I had an accident.