When I was about 12 to 14 years old, one of my fish grew some type of weird tumor near or on its eye. It couldn't swim too well anymore, and after a few days, it really couldn't do anything but slowly swim around on it's side. It was difficult for me to watch this fish slowly die, but there really wasn't anything I could do to help it.

One afternoon after school, I checked on the fish, and it wasn't moving much at all. I felt that the end was near, but I really didn't know for sure if the fish would just linger for days in that pitiful state. That's when I decided to try to communicate with the fish.

I sat in front of the small tank and focused all my thoughts towards and about the dying fish. There are few times in my life that I remember my thoughts being so clear and crisp. In my mind, I searched for the fish's thoughts and after about a minute, I felt I'd found them. As the fish bobbed up in down in the water taking breaths, I felt my own being going up and down. The fish didn't feel any pain, it only felt very very tired.

I felt a direct conduit to the fish, and I considered what I could communicate to it to make it feel better. My message was clear and loud: "it's Ok to die, now". I repeated the message four times, one right after the other, and immediately, the fish completely stopped moving for good.

Amy, it looks grim, but I still hope a miracle occurs.