Parisa Jenkins's Blog: FindBella blog

I got contacted last night at 10.30pm (just before I was about to go to bed) about a missing Doberman called Wilma.

I was asked if I could try and help find her. The answer is always yes, I will always try to help.

My feeling was she was not running but in a residential area (older houses) where the houses had porches.

The person I relayed the information to thought she knew where I meant and directed the search party to that area.

Wilma was found 35 minutes later in an area that matched the description I gave and she was taken home.

That was a nice feeling and the best result I could have hoped for.

Welcome home gentle and sweet Wilma.

Today has been utterly hectic. I have hardly had time to think let alone anything else.

It has actually been quite a stressful day of what I would describe as "fire fighting.'

Not that I am a fireman/woman/person but I have found it to be a very reactionary day of just dealing with what has come my way.

I wouldn't praise myself for every good thing I've done. I have just managed, as many of us do.

Aside from the incredibly busy day something very odd has been happening behind the scenes.

The number of Twitter followers I have had has quadrupled today. I don't know the reason for this at all but there must be one.

I wouldn't compliment myself for what I've become but it seems quite a lot of people want to follow me.

I feel flattered and confused about this as my Twitter account has been pretty redundant for a while.

I have decided to breathe life back into it now via my FindBella website to hopefully give those followers something to read during the cold night.

I stopped posting my blog on my website and Twitter some months ago due to nothing short of laziness I suppose.

I am going to start sharing it on there again instead of just on my personal Facebook page.

I know when to give up and when to breathe.

Today has very much been a day of breathing life, one of many more to come.

Since my recent successes finding lost animals and having coverage in the Isle of Man press I have been inundated with requests to help find lost animals.

I do what I do with no guarantees other than I say with honesty what I see and feel. It’s a common thing that people do not recognize the areas that I am describing and, as I am not any good at pin pointing locations, this is frustrating for both me, and the desperate owners. I am working on trying to be clear on locations but have been told by a well-respected spiritual teacher this does not happen overnight, it’s something to be learned and worked on. Practice, practice, practice were his words and believe me that is not proving to be a problem at the moment. I have plenty of work.

There are downsides to trying to find lost animals using my methods. Not all animals want to be found, not all animals will be found and some animals will, of course, no longer be alive. These are incredibly hard things for me to accept being somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to my work. I strive for 100% success, which I know is unrealistic, but that is what I continue to aim and wish for.

It’s very difficult to deliver the news that an animal has passed and that has happened a couple of times to me this last week. Being the bearer of such awful devastating news is not to be admired.

My work is draining, emotional, tiring and frustrating at times. Why do I do it? Because if there is chance that I can help just a handful of people be reunited with their long lost animals then that really is amazing. The feeling I get from such success cases cannot be put into words.

Although at times I feel low and tired, nobody is going to drag me down because I believe the work I do is invaluable especially to those people who I have managed to help fulfill their dream of finding their missing animals.

Hoping to report to you all another success story very soon.

My sister and I have had our ups and downs.

We were incredibly close as kids, so very different personalities, then and now.

When I left home, under difficult circumstances, I didn’t really consider her at all. I just needed to get out and that is what I did.

We drifted apart for a few years but then, when she came to leave home – again under difficult circumstances - I dropped my life in Exmouth (where I had moved with my boyfriend) and raced back to Bristol to rent a house with her.

We worked out quite quickly that we couldn’t live together, we are very different people and our lifestyles and expectations were different.

I moved out but we remained in reasonably close contact but inevitably started to drift apart again- just because that does obviously happen when you no longer live with someone.

Whenever she has had troubles in her life, difficult relationships, difficult situations, whenever she has ever called and said she needed me, I have always dropped things and gone to her rescue.

Well actually that isn’t true, there have been a few occasions where it hasn’t been possible for me to do so but if I can I always help.

One example was a time when I was in Cardiff with my first husband just about to go and watch Lee Evans live. She called me from her home in Bristol to say that she had dropped her car keys down an outside drain – I couldn’t unfortunately drop things at that point but she did manage to sort things out her end thankfully.

We live approximately 200 miles apart but I hope she realizes that if she ever needs me all she has to do is ask and I will do my best to help and support her in any way I can.

She will always be my baby….. sister.

Well since finding Solo the missing cat I have been inundated with requests for help with missing cats and dogs.

I had another request late last night from Wendy Tippet – the friend of mine who asked me to try and find lovely Solo last week.

This time the missing animal, again a cat, was called Tommy. This is my message to Wendy.

“Ok Wendy – obviously you know I can’t make guarantees but I do try my best and am 100% honest with what I see. I do feel Tommy is alive, there’s no panic in him but I do feel he is trapped somewhere. I feel he can see bins which are either in where he is or just outside as well as a lawnmower. It feels like an outhouse or shed and he showed me picket type fencing (not high) with a small gate and a concrete path that leads to the house. I have told him people are looking for him and to make a noise if he hears people calling him.”

Wendy passed the message on his owners.

Two hours later and Tommy was found. He had been shut in a nearby empty house and was waiting in the window for his owners.

Welcome home Tommy!!

Things seem to be coming together in several areas of my life.

I am pleased with the progress of all my horses.

I am pleased with my animal healing work efforts and results.

I am pleased with where my relationships are with my kids,my lovely husband and my many friends.

I am pleased with my results finding lost animals using animal communication. I have been reliably informed that around a 50% success rate is normal with lost animals using this method. This is hard to accept from my perspective but I do always try my best.

I feel very satisfied with my life right now and I do, very optimistically feel, the only way is up.

I find it incredibly hard when I see animals discarded like they are a mouldy piece of bread.

My animals are an extension of my family and very much part of my important circle.

There will always be people in the world who are so consumed in their own selfishness that they do not and cannot consider animals as anything more than a commodity to be discarded of when they can't be bothered with them anymore.

That's extremely sad and I am proud to say that will never be me.

My animals get the same consideration and care (although my husband would argue they get more) than my human family members.

I think I will continue to be disappointed by humans in their treatment of animals because being selfish and self centred unfortunately are common human traits.

Animals are beings with feelings and when you let them down, they feel it.

Such a shame that some people don't get that and the sad reality is, they probably never will.

I am proud to say I will always try to do my best and do what is right for my animals in the circumstances because, we are family.

I'm trying so desperately hard to find a lost dog and a lost cat at the moment but despite my best efforts I haven't yet been successful for either of them; I will keep trying.

It's hard not to have success with something that I feel so passionately about but i do keep having to remind myself that it's not actually my dilemma although at times I feel it is - it's so close to home having lost my Bella last year. I feel a bit of a failure actually.

The reality is I can only ever try my best and really if this is the line of work I am in then I have to accept and be cool with the fact that some animals despite my best efforts will not be found- that's incredibly hard to accept or be cool with.

Let's hope they both get found soon, now that really would be cool.

I am realising more recently how much love is all around.

The capacity to love is immeasurable.

I am feeling love from my horses, especially my long term lame mare who has actually come sound today.

I am feeling love from my dogs, especially Bella who has had an hour long run in the field today whilst I looked for a cast shoe.

I am feeling love from my cats, especially Fudge who, despite being unwell last week with sickness and the runs, has bounced back following intense healing sessions from me.

I have a dear friend that I am trying to desperately help find her lost elderly dog and as well as all the anxiety and pain she feels I can also feel the limitless love that tries to envelop her in her struggle to cope with what has happened.I am praying so hard that we find her dog who I feel is very much still alive despite others suggesting otherwise.

I am feeling huge love from the owners of Solo the gorgeous missing cat who I managed to locate this afternoon.

I am feeling love from my wonderful husband who has always believed in me.

I am feeling love from my not so badly behaved children tonight.

I am feeling love in celebratory glory of my animal communication success from my close friends.

I am very much feeling that love is all around and I have to say I'm lovin it.

I got contacted yesterday by my friend Wendy Tippet asking if I could try and help her friends who had lost their beloved cat.

The answer is always yes. I will always try and help when asked.

The cat in question was called Solo and the connection with him was easy and intense. He immediately made my heart race with panic and I had to take a minute to tell him to calm down and just know that I was there to try and help but, in order for me to understand, he had to slow down. I can only compare it to what I imagine it would be like approaching someone who was extremely fearful and just so grateful to have some form of contact with another being.

The first question I asked - which I knew the answer to before I asked was "Are you alive?" The answer was a loud and clear "YES."

I then ascertained he was lost, scared and desperately wanted to go home. He wasn't with anyone he could quite clearly tell me that and I think that loneliness was adding to his fear.

Surroundings next. Definitely outside. A domesticated setting though rather than a remotely rural one; a garden I felt. He showed me an alleyway with houses either side ( I think the backs of houses) and a large green bush which I think he was near or under. He was hiding he told me.

I passed the information onto Wendy and was exceptionally pleased to hear shortly afterwards that the owners found him in a neighbours garden down one of those alleyways, hiding under decking.

I am so pleased to have been able to help Solo. His panicked cry for help was answered.

I will continue to do my best for all the people who ask me desperately to help them and hope to have more success stories to report to you very soon.