Dog And Dolphin Healing: An Interview With Ildiko Minko

The following is an interview I conducted with Hungarian Film Maker
Ildiko Minko.

Her love for Dog and Dolphin has prompted her to set up a foundation
to enlighten the world about the healing capacities of these
2 species.

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1) Kate Loving Shenk: You plan to set up a foundation for the protection of
Dogs and Dolphins.

Ildiko: Yes. THE NYÍRSÉGFIA HUSZÁR FOUNDATION, named after my Dog.

KLS: What do you perceive are the links between these 2 beautiful
creatures?

Ildiko: I think they are both Heavenly creatures. LOVE is the biggest
link between them.

2) KLS: Dolphins are drawn to humans, and seem to abandon their own families
to be with us.

People are also drawn to Dolphins and swim with them, more and more in
the wild without supervision.

This is a practice that may have dangers for Human and Dolphin.

Will your foundation also serve as an educational portal for humans to
learn respect for the Dolphin, by teaching all about their history,
life cycle and habitat?

Ildiko: Yes. We will bring awareness to all these issues.

3) KLS: What are your experiences with Dog and Dolphin?

Ildiko: I have a Dog, a Hungarian Pumi breed. My love for the
Dolphins comes from my readings.

4) KLS: How do you plan to get the word out about your foundation?

Ildiko: I have a friend who works at one of the biggest advertising
agency in the world.

5) KLS: And finally, do you believe Dolphins heal the people they contact?

If so, what are your experiences with Dolphin Healing?

Ildiko: I can only talk about my own experience with them. I think
they have an ability to communicate through space and time
and I didn’t even have to go to swim with them. Healing
took place in my life by looking at films and pictures of them.

KLS: Do you believe Dogs heal the people they contact?

Ildiko: My Dog brought tremendous healing into my life.

KLS: What are your your experiences with Canine Healing?

Ildiko: By walking with him, he brought people into my life whom led me
to healing experiences. Not to mention MILES of walking every day.
That by itself is keeping me healthy!

6) KLS: Please give me examples of how you have experienced healing by looking
at paintings or pictures of Dolphins.

Ildiko: I had some emotional pain and wanted to go to swim with the Dolphin
to heal it. so I was searching the net the places where I can do that.
To my amazement, by ONLY looking at videos and pictures of the Dolphins
on the net, the pain WAS GONE. It was healed.

KLS: Yes, I too, have had profound experiences with Dog and
Dolphin healing.

I went to Virginia Beach with the man I eventually married.

This was our first date.

We went swimming out in the ocean on a raft and lo and behold,
hundreds of Dolphin surrounded our tiny raft.

Mamas with babies and many others. They were jet black and
peered into our eyes. Then they swam around and around, made
noises of communication, and kept coming back to look into our eyes.

This went on for quite some time–long enough that I was able to recognize
the individual traits of certain Dolphins.

Also, I felt myself lose all sense of “time.”

A feeling of eternal, infinite, timeless silence permeated
my consciousness, except for the noises of communication between
these beasts.

I also felt they were communicating with us, as well.

I felt a “high” I will never forget–a feeling of love for
all creatures on planet earth–and beyond.

I felt that I was connected to all living things, to nature and rocks.

I felt everything around me was moving and breathing
and full of joyful vitality.

This I will always remember.

Naturally the man I experienced this with, was similarly affected.

And we eventually married and have remained so for 21 years.

We have 2 Dogs whom we commune with, sleep with, play with
and discuss them and laugh about their joyful antics.

I believe that because of these Dogs and the Dolphins, we remain
partners for life.

May I add, that if you do not live in the light and love of dolphin healing, you will fall prey to the dark forces of Ego Mind.
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Kate Loving Shenk is a writer, healer, musician and the creator
of the e-book called “Transform Your Nursing Career and Discover
Your Calling and Destiny.” The book is designed to stimulate
nurses to love their work and to prevent on-the-job-burnout.
Click here to find out how to order the e-book:
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Old Dog Blessings

I was once a child of the 1960’s, which was not a popular
place in the world back in the day.

I lived on a commune with about 10-20 people and 10-15
dogs, give or take, depending on the litter of puppies of any given
season.

A rabidly right wing neighbor shot eight of my dogs, and later a
posse of policemen swept the commune, thinking that we would
be an easier target without eight dogs to complicate their mission.

No drugs were found.

My neighbor who killed my dogs years later embezzled 8 million dollars
from the Republican Party, and his family left him in disgust.

Meanwhile it took me twenty-one years to get another dog, my beloved Mukunda.

We just celebrated his 10th birthday.

At intervals in that twenty-one year period, a dog would
come into my life, nudging me to deal with the loss of my eight dogs.

Only one was remotely successful.

I had a short tumultuous relationship with a man who had an
old beagle named Wild Dog. One day, he dropped her off and asked
me to take care of her, twelve years after the ending of the commune years. And
I agreed that I would.

Because of her advanced age, I took her for many short walks.

I remember time slowing down.

I remember her appreciative glances my way, and i felt once
or twice the great wisdom she emanated from every cell of
her tiny old body. I did not want to give her up, knowing
the day would soon come when she would go back with her
master.

I remember the flash of memory surfacing pertaining to my commune dogs
Alphy and Das and all their noble offspring, and how they and
Wild Dog were dog/Gods come to sweep us away into eternity.

But her master reclaimed her and I forgot about my feelings of
love for this very dear soul, as if forgetting a very
important dream.

It is in remembering the dream that our everyday
life loses the mundane quality of reality.

As I saw on a bumper sticker recently: “Reality is for people
who lack imagination.”

In this beautiful lush spring season, when green suddenly bursts forth
from mud and brown earth, we can practice bringing that tone into our hearts for
expression.

Mukunda reminds me of green even though he has a red head,
just like mine. Or is mine just like his?

We are both green souls.

The cardinal is red yet she sings, surrounded by the
profound green of the forest reflected on the great Conestoga River
that rolls past our house.

The river is also red after long periods of rain. And at night,
moon light filters through mist, reflected on dark river, as the
red fox yelps her urgent message.

And Mukunda barks to go out and find her.

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A Pit Bull washed up onto our Conestoga River Bank, one
day.

He was carefully sewn into a moving blanket, weighted
down by brick and concrete block, and thrown into the river
points south of our home. The dog had deep tooth marks on his neck, and
his right shoulder has been torn apart.

He was killed in a dog fight, professional or domestic.

Are there professional dog fights in our town? I surmised that there are–and
that the killed dogs are dumped into the town’s drinking water supply.

I wrote a letter to the editor of our local newspaper, accusing
the town of ignoring this issue.

The Pit Bull was given a proper burial, down in the
pasture along the river.

We gave the fella a name: Old Mac, the Conestoga Pit Bull. He was treated
badly in his life, was taught to be mean, to kill, to tear up smaller
animals than himself.

Perhaps he would have killed Mukunda.

But it was people who created the monster who rolled up on the bank of
the meandering Conestoga.

He came to us, so we could think about him, feel deeply in our heats the
travesty of his existence. We will muse about this every time we walk
by the pile of rocks that top his tiny memorial, overlooking Canadian
Goose habitat, squawking Blue Heron taking flight and skimming the river
surface, and bird song music, also the yelp of Red Fox everywhere
surrounding him.

So he found a final resting place where all of us who pass
can ponder his existence.

How does Old Mac, the Conestoga Pit Bull, fit into our
great theme of freedom when he was used and exploited in his
short life?

And in his death, he made the mistreatment of innocent
animals into a public statement.

Mukunda regards Old Mac’s grave site with a seriousness and an aura of
contemplation and reverence. He looks at the grave for two to three
minutes at a time, and therefore, so do I.

Mukunda now realizes that bad things happen to dogs. Before this time,
he did not know. His innocence has been transformed to worldly ways.

Since then, he listens to me more consistently, wants to please me
more constantly instead of proving his will over mine. And to think Old
Mac could teach me to be more humble as we place one foot in front of the
other, passing his memorial every day.

Dog is man’s best friend. The dog is not returned the unconditional
love they hold for our supposedly superior species.

Yet even when they are abused, they teach us love.

Even when they die, they live on.

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Kate Loving Shenk is a writer, healer, musician and the creator
of the e-book called “Transform Your Nursing Career and Discover
Your Calling and Destiny.” The book is designed to stimulate
nurses to love their work and to prevent on-the-job-burnout.
Click here to find out how to order the e-book:
http://www.nursingcareertransformation.com
Check out Kate’s Blog: http://nursehealers.typepad.com
http://mukunda22.powerfulintentions.com
https://secretsofthenursehealers.wordpress.com
And the Lens: http://www.squidoo.com/katelovingshenk
http://www.squidoo.com/thinkriches
http://www.mukunda22.powerfulintentions.com/forum/thinkandgrowrich
http://progressives4pennsylvania.blogspot.com

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