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What Now???? 2012

One of the reasons I got into anmal communication was becasue of the Hopi Prophecies, or I should say the written interpretation of same. The way I understand it, the Hopi drawings show two roads for our time (which is called the coming of the 5th world);  one is the Hopi road the other the nonHopi road. If we travel the Hopi road, the road of consciousness, the earth changes that are predicted are supposed to be much lower in intensity. Based on that prophesy, I decided that the best thing I could do at the time (late 80s) would be to find a way to help shift consciousness on this planet. Here is a link to some information on the prophecies. Scroll down to Hopi Myths and click on the prophecies. http://www.crystalinks.com/hopi1.html

As if we don’t have enough on our collective plate, 2012 is on its way. I’ve heard a lot of speculation about the year 2012, most of it not so good: there will be a huge pole shift, meteors, major climate events, etc. I would love to know what you have heard about the time that is coming up for us and what you think about it. I am startin to believe that one tool in our toolbox is being underutilized: using manifesting techniques and energy healing and clearing techniques to help shift things on the earth toward the way we would like them to go. To that end I am working with some friends to develop courses and guidance for creating the change we’d like to see on the earth. I am also starting to think that this is the process we are all being led to as species: to use the powers we all have but don’t recognize or utilize. It’s just a theory and needs testing. It is also not a substitute but an adjunct to taking direct action for the animals and the earth. But the two actions in concert seem to me to be the best approach. Tell me your thoughts on our future and the predictions for 2012.


 This is a continuation of reader Mark Whitney’s story from last week.

Cheryl told me to stand still in the center of the empty aisle, and then she opened a stall door at the end of the barn and whistled.  Slowly a coal black horse walked out of the stall and down the aisle to halt directly in front of me, parked at attention.  As she lowered her head to softly sniff my hair and say hello, I saw a thin blaze of white running down her forehead.  Through reflex my right hand slowly raised and I stroked her jaw, while she gently turned her head from side to side, and regarded me with large dark eyes in an unblinking but kindly gaze.  My breath was caught in my throat, for she was beautiful, and her clean musky scent was intoxicating.  In my youth I had ridden some handsome geldings and pretty mares, but she was stunning, and would have fulfilled every horse mad teenage girl’s fantasy.


Mark and Pompie (his current equine friend)

Mark and Pompie (his current equine friend)

After Cheryl saddled Starfire, we proceeded to the indoor ring, and then the work began.  For the next two months, three times a week, we just walked around the ring.  I learned to balance in the saddle again, and began to restore my rusty riding skills, as Starfire and I got to know each other.  That was not very difficult, but I wasn’t really feeling any improvement in my leg.  Then we started to post at a trot, and my right leg protested every stride of the way.  As I rose out of the saddle, my leg muscles kept shaking, and my calf sometimes felt like it was either in ice water or on fire.  The numbness was gone, but the pain was real.  My doctor was pleased.  He said it was working.  I asked how much longer.  He said keep going until it stops.  I never dared to ask him if that meant until the pain stops, or my leg stops working, or both.

One evening after four months of riding, my right leg suddenly buckled while I was posting to a slow trot on a left hand turn.  I slid off of Starfire to gently fall face down in the soft ring dirt.  The spasms in my leg did not stop, and for a minute of eternity I was in agony.  The fall had not hurt me, but tears of rage and humiliation burned my eyes, as I waited for the cramp in my calf to relax.

As my vision cleared, I realized I was in shadow.  I heard a soft nicker, so I rolled to my left side and looked up.  Starfire had come back and she was straddling me, with her head down and just above me.  I reached up with my right hand and accidentally struck her alongside her head, but instead of jumping back like a normal horse would have done, she quickly lowered and turned her head until the top of her neck was wedged in my arm pit.  As my right arm instinctively wrapped around her neck, she very slowly raised her head and pulled me to my knees and then to my feet.  With my right arm still wrapped tightly around her neck and my right leg dragging, a step at a time Starfire brought me back to the mounting block, and stood like a statue beside it, without a command having been given.

In a neutral voice, Cheryl told me to mount again.  I crawled up the mounting block steps and pulled myself on to Starfire’s back, since my right leg was still useless.  She stood as solid as a stone, while watching me with her left eye until I was finally tall in the saddle.  I picked up the reins and in a shaking voice asked for Starfire to walk on.  We quietly walked into the ring, and started again.


Here is a great article of controlling flies in your stable.


Starfire’s Task

Here is another great story in three parts, sent in by reader, Mark Whitney. This is part one.

I was at the Veterans Administration Hospital having my right calf checked over, before heading back to my second year of college in the fall, when the doctor asked if I had ever ridden a horse before.  After giving him an odd look, I replied I was driving a team on my own and plowing the lower forty acres by the river when I was fourteen.  I also told him I started to ride the local trails when I was in high school, since the offer of a horseback ride seemed to improve my dating success with the opposite sex, and I needed all the luck I could get.  However, after my draft number was chosen and I ended up serving my time in the Navy, I had not been on a horse since high school.  The doctor looked thoughtful and said, “But you are comfortable with horse’s right?”  I replied, “I like horses just fine, so long as you don’t expect me to be riding in the rodeo or at the racetrack!”  By now I was really wondering where this conversation was going.  The doctor said, “As you know all the metal is out of your leg now, but there is some motor and sensory nerve damage, which may regenerate with time and therapy.  We are experimenting with a new form of physical therapy which uses riding, and you seem to be a perfect case for it.  We want to try it out first with people who aren’t nervous around horses, so we can make an unbiased appraisal of how well it works.”  I sarcastically replied, “You should always be nervous around an animal that out weighs you at least five to one and will run like hell away from anything it thinks is scary, but I figure I can handle it.”  Now it was the doctors turn to give me an odd look.
September of 1979, in Newton, New Hampshire. As I drove the car up the gravel drive to CPM farm, I was beginning too wonder a little too late what I had gotten myself into.  But after I parked and started to walk toward the barn, I began to relax.  It was a cool and pleasant Indian Summer evening, and the stars were beginning to peak out of the eastern sky.  A horse nickered at me as I passed the paddock, and the scent of fresh cut hay from the fields was strong.  I felt like I had traveled back in time past a war and a decade to my youth, and more carefree days.

Mark and Pompie
Cheryl met me at the barn door and we chatted a bit about my experience with horses, and my medical condition.  She figured I should start out on the 14 year old Morgan brood mare named Starfire, as she was very gentle and experienced, and I would need the large English saddle that fit her well.  I told Cheryl that a gentle and experienced mare was fine with me, as I had no desire to gallop off into the sunset.  She replied we would be riding in the indoor ring, so I won’t have to worry about galloping off anywhere and getting lost.



Tina Anderson sent me this story:

I wanted to thank you for your newsletter and blog. I put one of your suggestions to work today and was so grateful that I had taken the time to read it yesterday. We live on a pond and today my husband discovered a huge snapping turtle sitting in the middle of our street sunning. It’s not a busy street, but still, not a good idea. My husband was trying to “herd” it back to the pond, but every time he got near the turtle went into it’s shell. My husband went to the garage to get a shovel to scoop him up. While he was gone I told the turtle, “You really should move out of the middle of the road. You’d be safe over by the curb, but you’re not safe here.” And then I visualized him moving to the curb and then back in the pond. Before my husband could get back with the shovel, the turtle was on his way to the curb. He sat there for just a few moments and then went back to the pond. Now my husband is calling me “The Turtle Whisperer”. 



The Burning Man Festival takes place once a year in August in the desert in Nevada on the salt flats. I had never seen any of the art until I came across this blog. It is amazing - almost enough to make me actually think about going. But then I think about my innate reaction to dust. I wouldn’t be able to stand getting dust all over me and  in between my toes…YECH! I don’t know why but I hate it the way some people hate screetching chalk on a chalk board. Burning Man is all about dust, lots and lots of dust. Therefore, I have never even considered going to Burning Man. Glad there are lots of  pictures. Check out the some more at http://matadornights.com/12-coolest-art-installations-in-the-history-of-burning-man/ . And you can follow the links to learn more about the event.




I use natural flea control products from onlynaturalpet.com, including boric acid powder which I put on rugs and under cushions etc, and diatomaceous earth, which I rub into the base of the animal’s  fur. I also vacuum once a week and wash or put in a hot dryer, anything the animals have sat or laid upon. As long as I keep upt with this, it seems to do the trick for fleas. Onlynaturalpet.com also carries the Anibio Tic Clip which is a safe, non-toxic device, clipped to the collar that uses the  principles of bio-energetics to create an energy field around your dog or cat that provides safe, non-toxic protection from mosquitoes, fleas and ticks for two years.  Used successfully in Europe for years, it strengthens your animals aura and energetic field. The healthier your animal  the more effective the Anibio Tic Clip will be, as it works with your animal’s energetic field.  For severe tick environments, my friend and student, Sarah Wadleigh, who works for onlynaturalpet.com, recommendS the tic clip used in conjunction with rose geranium essential oil.  Dilute 10 drops in 6 ounces of water for a spray, or in 6 ounces of oil for a repellant that you can rub on.  Ticks hate rose geranium oil. You can find this oil at http://www.naturesgift.com/essential/Geranium-essential-oil.htm

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Paddock Paradise

 Paddock paradise refers to a pasture management system for horses that consists of sectioning off the majority of the interior portion of a pasture so that grazing can be allowed on a controlled basis. The horses  are resticted to a track around the outside perimeter of the pasture, which has the advantage of making them move more. Most horses cannot tolerate grass when it is too rich, in the spring and fall especially, and overgrazing on rich grass can lead to founder (inflamation of the feet and lameness) and insulin-resistance problems in horses. The solution is to feed insulin-resistant horses (also known as “easy keepers”) a low carb hay (grass hay vs. oat or alfalfa) and give them limited controlled access to the rich grass pasture or other high carb foods like grains. (For more on this see safergrass.org). I constructed a paddock paradise for my horses using electric wire, wooden poles, and rope. You can somewhat see  it in the photo above. It works really well. To learn how to do this yourself, get the book, Paddock Paradise by Jamie Jackson.

I caught this video of a paddock paradise on a blog of one of my students, Barb Fenwick, who is a natural horse trainer and barefoot trimmer in Canada. Barb has a story in my book, Beyond Words,  about her horse Cherokee. Her current blog has a fascinating series on some Paso Finos rescued in a flood in Winnipeg, who had had virtually no contact with people. Barb eneded up adopting one of the horses and the story is on her blog at http://barbfenwick.blogspot.com/

This YouTube of a paddock paradise is so cute. At the beginning you see the little girl waving a wand at the horses to  tell them to go the other way (away from the barn). … which means they have to go the long way and go all the way around the outside of the paddock paradise to get to the treats. They are just so excited to get their dinner or apples or whatever, but frustrated to have to go the long way. The music is absolutely perfect! Granted these particular horses are still a bit chubby, so they probably still need less treats and lower carbs, but they would probably be lame if they were left out on all that green grass, and they would definitely be fatter, with cresty necks like cows. Two of my rescue horses had horrible cresty necks and fat deposits when I got them. These are much reduced now but still evident.


Watch it again and note that the little girl is actually running after them in the beginning to make sure they don’t cheat and go the other way, then she probably  turns around and goes the short way to the barn to meet them when they come in. Read the comments at the bottom of the frames as the horses wend their way - very cute. You can see the electric wire of the fence as the horses run along… its solar powered. Once the horses get to the dry lot, one of the  little mares, Jewell,  kicks out at the bigger mare, Stella, just for good measure. Couldn’t figure out what the little girl says at the end, but adorable.

I am not sure why, but I can watch this over and over and never get bored.



 Here is a great story from blog reader, Marion Northrum.

A heartwarming story told to me many years ago by an old friend, Helen. Helen lived alone with several cats and her dear old dog. She was visited every day by a stray cat who ate the food she put out for it but it would never let her come near. Sadly her old dog reached the end of his life and on the evening of the day he died she was sitting alone in her cottage mourning his passing and crying. The dusk set in and one of her cats jumped on her lap and made every effort to comfort her by nuzzling her face and purring loudly. She sat stroking him for a while and then decided she must get on with the chores of the evening. She put the light on and saw to her amazement that her the cat that had offered her comfort was, in fact, the stray.  From that time on he was part of her family .


Here’s an ecclectic mix of things that interested me this week and might interest you:

 Two books:

One by a student, Jackie Phillips, and recently published called, Renting With Rex, about how to be successful as a pet owner and renter. Find out more and order at http://www.thesocialpet.com/renting_with_rex_book.html

This other book was recommended by reader, Cynthia Palmer, called The Biology of Belief.  I havent read it, but it looks intriguing. She wrote:

It’s written by a cell biologist and explains how he came to realize we can change our lives with thought. It’s technical, but on a layman’s level. The technical is good because it really helps you understand WHY the quantum physics works.

A YouTube on 911 just  in case you have lived this long and not seen the evidence from the “other side”:


 And last but not least the flu that won’t go away. This is either scary and right or silly and wrong… who knows?… I signed the petition… I  don’t like vaccines much on a good day, but especially not untested ones.




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Cheers, Marta

Real Food

In my recent quarterly newsltetter, which you can read on my website at  the following link:


I have an item in the For Your Information section on Frankenfoods, which are genetically modified foods. Most of the food we eat and almost all processed food is genetically modified. There is  a lot of information available on why these foods are not good for you. I have links to some articles on this in the newsletter.  Frankenfoods have been linked to allergy problem, immune system weakness, sterility (well, that’s probably not so bad…), digestive disorders, and viral and bacterial infections. If you aren’t buying organic foods then you are probably eating Frankenfood.

These foods are just as bad for animals  as they are for people. Most commercial foods are not organic, but even organic dry and canned foods are processed and lacking in the vitalilty that real fresh organic food has. Hence the reason I recommend  to go with real food: fresh, store bought or grown, organic meats, fruits, grains and veggies.

If you need help in making the transition to a real diet, a friend and student of mine, Sarah Wadleigh,  just published an ebook on how to go real with your dog and cat’s  diet. It is a great resource. Pass it along!

The Whole Food Recipe Book 



I get a never ending stream of stories from people who read my books, tried the techniques, and had some incredible breakthrough. Here is yet another one about one cute dog, Chopper.

I received your books yesterday and began reading Learning their language yesterday afternoon. We have a rescue rat terrier called Chopper (in our pack of 3). We have had him for 2 years, every night I had to lock his crate door to make certain he did not mark in the house or jump on the desks or eat some inedible object. It was never our intention to crate him for so long – but we felt he could not be trusted, unlike our other dogs.



He has two beds in the room they sleep in. So last night I just talked to him out loud and explained – that I am unhappy crating him and I want to trust him not to get into trouble at night. That if he felt it was not too stressful for him to be good he could try sleeping out the crate on his raised bed. But if he felt he just could not help himself it would be best he slept in his crate with the door closed. I asked our other 2 dogs to help him and reminded him peeing and pooping is to be done outside on grass. The big deal is our bedroom door is off this room and we leave the door wide open so the air conditioning can flow into their room and I knew it would be hard for Chops to stay out of our room. He is typical terrier and is pretty hard to control – pretends to be deaf and runs off etc without a twitch of his ears when you call him back, very determined. (Quite the shock when my last 4 dogs have been Border collies)  So I leave him to think it over and about half an hour later its bedtime. So I ask him “Well Chops, whats it going to be? Crate or bed?” He sprints to the bed and leaps on it and settles down. Even that he settled down without being confined or cuddled is a big deal.My partner and I were in bed ears peeled to see if he started roaming or heading to our bedroom which of course he *wants* to do. But no, we were thrilled and shocked that in the morning he had not moved off his bed! No mess, no destruction, absolutely amazing! We both made a huge fuss of him and told him how proud of him we are and that he earned more freedom. That he is awesome! wonderful, a great dog  etc etc etc

Today we had a big BBQ party for him to celebrate him becoming trust worthy. I also asked him to stay in the boundaries of our garden without me having to leash him while I played with all 3 dogs. Usually he can’t be trusted and clears off – the only way I can control him is on the leash if I have the other dogs with us or take him in the garden on his own with a clicker and treats (being very food motivated I can keep his attention on me that way.) But not for too long his attention span is pretty small generally. But again today I explained I don’t want to leash him, I want him to enjoy more freedom and to please stay our side of the the boundaries and he DID!! So thanks so much for the awesome books – I will work hard on learning how to receive and I have told him that. I think his purpose this life  may of been to guide me to better animal communication.  But please know you made a huge difference to a little rescue rat terrier  today and his Mommies :) Now he can have a much better quality of life and I feel SO happy that he can be treated more like our other two dogs. I don’t want to just be able to tell them what I want – I truly want to hear what they want and what matters most to them etc. Can’t wait to read the whole book, practice and be able to understand what my dogs need me to know and of course communicate with those I have lost .  A big thank you from me and Chopsie.    Max Taylor

Animal Time

When you are looking for your animal to change an unwanted behavior or adopt a new preferred behavior, realize that animals don’t always work according to our modern, unrelenting time schedule. They do things on animal time, more organically, more in tune with the environment, because that’s their natural state. Even though domesticated, our animal companions are not as influenced by culture as we are. Thus the fact that they retain intact the ability to communicate intuitively and we have to learn it over again. We typically demand and expect instant results, but this just isn’t the way things often happen. Of course, things can change quickly, but some things just take time. It took me over a year to realize I wanted to keep my rescue dog Dougal, a Chocolate (lab) (Irish) wolfhound. I spent that year trying to find him a new home, taking him to four obedience classes to temper his high energy, and despairing of ever finding anyone who would want him. Then one day I realized I wouldn’t sell him for a million dollars. He became one of the greatest dogs I ever had. He also mellowed out and was the most polite and gracious dog I ever knew.  Well, except for Bear of course! 



Lately I have been blogging about my cat Miles, a Maine Coon who showed up at my door as a 5 month old feral about 8 months ago. I have been working with him on tempering his aggression toward my other cats and he has been doing pretty well. One thing he had not mastered, but wanted dearly to do, was to get the other cats to play with him. They would see him coming and scatter. I talked to him about it and explained what he would have to do to achieve this goal, but had no expectations. Eight months later he finally got it. I saw Miles and my long haired black and white cat, Megan,  lying in the grass batting at each other in a companionable and leisurely way, and then chasing each other around the back garden. Good job Miles!



 Terri Carver sent in this story about trying out intuitive communication with her sheep and her new herding dog, Gid.

I work stockdogs and have a large herd of sheep.  I was taking a new dog that I have in for training out to about 15 of my sheep on about 5 acres.  Well, not knowing the dog, and he’s an intense Border Collie; my sheep took flight.  The dog and I moved to stop them, but they were still poised for flight.  So, I told them, “Boys just stand still. I promise not to let this new dog hurt any of you.”  The sheep then calmly turned to look at me and waited patiently for me to send Gid around to bring them to me.  I’ve talked to them before, every day as a matter of fact.  But, this little experience really opened my eyes. 

Gid and Sheep

Gid and Sheep

I continue to talk with my sheep and my dogs.  I am getting the behaviors that keep both the sheep and dogs happy while working.  I believe that the sheep enjoy working with me since it is like taking a walk.  I have certain sheep that always want to participate.  Thank you again for providing the insight in to what is always there.


My Blog designer, Mark Mottershead, who also does the HorseConscious site, is traveling from Germany to visit some of the HorseConscious teachers. He will be videoing Liz Mitten Ryan in BC . Liz has a beautiful ranch in Canada and I wish I had had time to go see her and her horses when I was there last month. Maybe next time Liz. Mark will also be going to visit my favorite horse trainer,  Carolyn Resnick, in Escondido, CA. You can follow his trip at


If you are working with an animal and are stuck and not getting information the way you want, try putting yourself in the animal’s shoes, literally. Imagine you are the animal: in your imagination shape shift to be the animal you are talking to. Then just ask yourself, ok as this horse or dog or cat, why am I acting this way, what am I feeling? Then go with whatever impressions, emotions, sensations come up.  Once you finish gathering information this way, you will need to reverse the process. In your imagination, see yourself coming back out of the animal’s form and into your own. Then feel yourself you again and energetically clear and separate your energy from the animal. I tend to use this for unusual behaviors, unexplained pains, and the like.


A reader sent in this story in response to last week’s blog

I had an experience with a kitten that suggests that animals recognize us in some way, whether from a past life or perhaps simply recognizing that a person loves animals and can be trusted. I got this kitten from a woman who does cat rescue. He was wild and would not tame down and was not going to be adoptable. He was destined to be a barn cat. I brought him home for a couple of days because the cage at the barn was already occupied by a different newcomer. I couldn’t even get him out of the carrier and into the cage easily, I had to nudge him out with a long handled spoon, with much hissing and spitting. 
That was a Saturday, and by Sunday I was petting him. He seemed to look at me as if to say, “oh, it’s YOU.  I don’t need to act wild anymore!” I have known hundreds of cats and can’t say that I know who he is, but I know for sure that he knew me. Needless to say, he’s part of my family now. Behold the terrifying, wild Bongo, as a baby and as a young cat.      Dianne


Bongo as a baby - on right




Rug and the Barking Dog

We called Marta about our big wooly-bear Persian cat, Rug. He’d had urinary infections and blockages and she had helped us a year ago, sending us to an amazing holistic vet to handle the physical issues. He was stable for the past year on grain-free, non-fish natural cat food , with some ground up glucosamine and lots of water mixed in, and rescue remedy when he gets anxious. But when we returned recently from an extended trip to New York, Rug started spraying around the house again. We couldn’t understand what about our returning home would make him start spraying. We were frustrated and finally called Marta. She had a communications session with him and reported to us that he was upset about a new dog barking nearby. She said he felt unsafe and he was spraying to defend his territory. We said, no, there’s no new barking dog around. And we continued on chatting about other things. Then, my cell phone ‘rang’…my cell phone ring tone is a BARKING DOG (from www.wildtones.com)!!! So I’ve changed my ring tone to a Carolina Wren, had several conversations with Rug about spraying outside (Marta told us that cats think their spray scent is delectable and a wonderful gift to us and that we needed to explain to Rug why we wanted him to only spray outside) and he seems to have stopped spraying.      Tina Estes


The Persian Rug

What and Why?

Those are two of the most useful questions a communicator can ask. If you are working with an animal that has a peculiar or unwanted behavior ask the animal, repeatedly, why he or she is behaving in that manner. Find yourself saying, ” OK, why else are you doing this… and why else… and why else.” This is a bit like the ‘Ask for a Question’ exercise I teach in the beginning class. Your goal is first to arrive at all the possible components of the behavior. Then start asking what:  “What would you need or what needs to happen to change this behavior? What else? … What else? ” Again you ask until you have discovered all possible aspects for resolving the behavior. From this perspective you should be able to craft a plan of action for resolving the behavior, which is sometimes as simple as explaining the situation to the animal from a human perspective or clarifying misunderstandings.



The following story reminded me of many cases I have worked on where I gave an animal my best advice about how to get out of a bad situation and it worked, which is to say, this stuff really does work. It’s just incredibly hard for us to ever really believe it due to our intensive cultural conditioning. Unfortunately, this says a lot about how easily influenced and manipulated we humans are.

I have read your book and found it really interesting. I have been doing a little practising and readings from photos for a very nice lady who sells horses. One of them reminded me particularly of my own mare, who is extremely sensitive.



Viv with her grey mare, Thistle and Thistle's best friend, Rosie

I felt this mare really needed an owner with whom she felt she could communicate. I had an e-mail  from the woman to say a nice lady had come to try the mare out and the mare was going to be vetted on the Friday. I communicated with the mare and felt her say she didn’t think the  lady had enough sensitivity and she really didn’t want to go. She was asking me what could she do. I found myself saying ‘Well, you could always limp a  bit’ and saw her limping with her left hind. I couldn’t believe it when I  got an e-mail on Monday to say that the mare had failed the vetting as she had been perfectly fine until the vet arrived and then started limping on her  right hind, which I thought was pretty close!      Vivien Wright


Phyllis Oyster sent in the following question: 

Maybe you might want to address this topic on your site. I don’t know if anyone else has experienced the feeling that a new pet is a pet from the past but I have. One of my cats passed in 1995. I now have a cat out of a litter of six that I believe is his spirit returned.  He is buff and white whereas my other cat was all white, but it is not so much his looks—it’s just that feeling that it is him. The litter of cats were wild. None would come to me except  for him. He was not afraid of me from the get go. He walked right into the basement. I started to call him by my other cat’s name  and he responded immediately. I have an inner feeling  about him and a bond just as I had with my other cat. His personality is just like my other cat. Just thought you might want to address the issue of reincarnation. Someone might have a similar story. 

Answer:  I started out in this field not having any set beliefs about any of this. I was raised a Unitarian, so I had very little ideological implanting. The whole idea of reincarnation was new to me. But over the years, in conversations with the animals and from my experiences and those of  clients and friends, I have come to believe that  our animals do come back to us. In my book, Beyond Words, there is a chapter dedicated to such stories. If you have a story about an animal that came back to you, please send it in and share it.



pass it on….

After years of pressure the European Union  (EU)  finally agreed to ban seal products. This will surely mean the end of the fur seal slaughter in Newfoundland, Canada. It has been a very long time coming, but it is nice when something good finally happens. It couldn’t have happened without all of us raising our voices and all the activist groups who promoted the cause.



Some background from HSUS: It is estimated the EU action will cost the Canadian seal industry over 6 million; Canada only made about 7 million on the hunt last year. Many sealers stayed home this year. The industry is now searching for new markets. However, humane groups are working to derail this attempt and there is a bill in the Canadian Parliament to end the hunt.What can you do? First, celebrate! Then support one of the many groups out there working for the seals, and manifest for the end of the seal hunt: see the bill passing and see the seals protected.

 Of course the spin off battle will be blaming all the seals that subsequently have not been clubbed to death for failing fisheries… Hello. For millions (?) of years seals and fish were in stasis. Who upset this balance? We did through over fishing and factory trawling. Those accusations should be directed at unsustainable fishing practices and at factory trawlers who are literally killing the oceans. So a new great cause:  end over fishing and factory trawling of the oceans: see it happening, feel it happening, support the groups working to make it happen, and on and on.



Here is an idea for practicing sent in by a reader. Try it and see what happens.

I recently was on a long road trip with my dog Monte and had  turned off the radio to reduce outside  stimulation. I was having an internal conversation with myself and suddenly thought “cows”. Now I really like cows, but there was no reason for me to think this thought. I looked over at Monte and the word “cows” popped into my head again. He had his nose resting on the window and he was taking in the smells.




 As we rounded the corner, there was a field of cows. Now the first time the word popped into my head, I was definitely too far away for ME to have smelled the cows, but I know Monte could have…so I decided to test our conversational skills. I let my mind go blank and said “Monte, let’s play a game. You can tell me what is coming up the road.” I got three solid “hits” in about 15 minutes.  I questioned his “Tall brown cows” comment, and was answered with a herd of bay/brown horses not 15 seconds later.  Then he said ‘boring.’ Game over, LOL. I guess it was too easy for him.



I have started a new feature to cover all the emails I am getting with stories from people who tried animal communication and discovered it really works!  Here’s a good one from reader, Wanda Hudson.

I am about half way through your book, Learning Their Language, and am finding it really interesting.  Something recently happened that has me sort of freaked out.  This, to you, I’m sure may be an everyday occurrance but to someone who wants to communicate with animals but never thought it was possible…I’m a little freaked. New neighbours moved in next door to us about five years ago.  They have a barking dog, that everytime he is outdoors, he barks and barks and barks.  He has seen myself and my husband coming and going for the last several years, yet he still barks at us.  He also would bark everytime his people were outside…barking non stop.  This has been very frustrating and definetly interefered with neighbour relations.  Big source of frustration both while he was barking and after the fact.  By the way, we have a very well behaved Golden Retriever whom we have had for the last 10 years.  Just to let you know we are dog lovers. I thought one day while reading your book and trying to think of an animal that I could communicate with…why not try the source of a lot of frustration.  I wasn’t sure how to go about it but figured why not.  I explained to Flash that we would not harm him or his family, that the reason we do not like him is because he barks so much.  I also explained that we would like him very much if he would stop barking at us and everything else that moved.  I also told him that his family would love him more if he stopped barking all the time and that he was interfering with their ability to go camping…as barking dogs are not allowed and that good dogs do not bark all the time.  I am truly amazed…this dog does not even glance our way anymore when we go outside and it all started on the day that I had the long distance conversation with him.  I told my husband what I did and got him to walk around the house several times opening and closing the doors etc… My husband and I only think good dog thoughts whenever we are around him now and there is no barking!!! I still can’t believe that he heard me and listened.  I almost want to ask the neighbour if he might be sick or something.  We’ve had two whole peaceful non-barking weeks…I’m amazed. Now to have a two way conversation, hmmm…must get reading ! 

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