Tales of an Animal Communicator
I’m soon turning 6o, which I find astonishing. The years have flown by so fast, creating an amazing journey that has brought me to this point in my life. Everything up until now needed to occur before I could begin writing the book I’ve always intended to write. Everything in the Universe always happens for a reason and in its perfect timing, and this book’s timing is now.
I cannot remember a time in my life when I haven’t been fascinated with animals – all types of animals. When I was very young, my folks took my brother and me to see “Patty, the Porpoise” on a Florida vacation. I fell in love with the bottlenose dolphin and I begged my parents to go every night. It was as though I’d reconnected with an old friend. Eventually, the attraction owner took pity on them and waived the entrance fee.
I came out of the womb with an innate love of horses, which no one in my family understood, since there were no horse people in our family. My love for dogs was no surprise, because both my parents loved dogs: we had Collies for many years and then Labradors.
My folks were willing to give me riding lessons, but our local park system’s stable had a minimum age requirement of eight years old. It seemed an eternity until I turned eight. From the age of six, my mom would take me to gaze longingly at these magnificent creatures. I imagined one day riding into the sunset like Roy Rogers & Trigger. Happy trails to me….
Five years into my riding lessons, my dream of a horse of my own was realized for my 13th birthday. I’ve had one or more horses ever since and each has contributed immensely to the person I am today. The sense of responsibility I learned from caring for my own horses has served me well throughout my life. I wish more kids could have a horse to teach them, but horses have become very expensive. I’m extremely grateful that I grew up when I did.
I spent childhood through college successfully showing mine and other’s jumpers and hunters. Training and jumping horses was my passion from the start. It is the one constant in my life that always brings me great joy no matter what else is confronting me. There is no better therapy for me than being on the back of a horse.
After high school, I choose to follow my father and grandfather into pharmacy. This was a mental decision based on my belief that as a pharmacist I’d always be able to support my horse. I thought I’d made a very mature decision that would chart the course for the rest of my life. I decided against a career training horses, because I never wanted to jeopardize my one joy in life. I never wanted to resent going to the barn.
My pharmacy career robbed me of spending every day at the barn. Luckily, my heart knew I was meant to work with horses and put me back on target when I fell in love and married an equine veterinarian. I left pharmacy to manage our vet practice, equine hospital, and horse farm in central New Jersey. I was back where I needed to be whether I knew it or not.
For the next 27 years, I worked alongside my husband to care for our practice, hospital, and farm; our horses, dogs and cats; and our clients’ horses. Working with horses is an all-consuming occupation, a lifestyle. Even during the most stressful of times, I was happier than I’d ever been working as a pharmacist. My heart was so right about where I belonged.
In the early 90s, I was shown my true path by one of my husband’s patients; a Quarter Horse filly foal named Because Of Love. Love helped me uncover my abilities in animal communication and healing, which changed the course of my life forever.
All my life I’d carried on conversations with animals, which I thought were imaginary chit-chats. Animals were my friends, and I talked with them about everything. It never occurred to me these dialogues were anything more than fantasies.
A perfect example is my poem, “Lacey,” composed for a school assignment 45 years ago. The poem resurfaced when both my parents died on our farm in 2000. I’d totally forgotten about it, but Mom had saved it in a scrapbook of memories for me. The subject was picking out our new Collie puppy.
The snow was deep,
The wind was fierce,
But neither kept me away.
With frozen hands and frozen feet,
I hurried to the cage.
There she was so small and meek,
But I knew no other like her
I would meet.
I watched and stared
And laughed and sighed.
As we walked on,
My mom, my dad and I,
I knew no other dog would do.
No other but my little friend,
Who waited for me ‘round the bend.
I quick ran back.
And there she was,
“Won’t you take me home today?”
At last, my mom and dad agreed.
No other dog like her had they seen.
So, now my little Lacey
Was coming home with me.
What I believed was born of my imagination, Love taught me was reality. I had truly heard Lacey’s plea to come home with us. I’d received a telepathic communication whether I knew it or not, or believed it or not. As a 15-year-old with Lacey, I didn’t realize telepathically communicating with animals was possible. As a 42-year-old, a generous soul came to teach me what’s truly possible and altered my beliefs dramatically.
I began working with many of my husband’s patients, who were instrumental to my development. Countless times over the years we’d said, “If we could only ask them what happened, where they hurt, etc.” Now, we could. Various animals started appearing to teach me about each new healing modality I was learning. My learning curve was quite rapid, because it was in perfect timing for me. Not only would I know what the animals were saying, thinking and feeling, but I could offer solutions to my clients for the challenges they faced.
Seven years ago, my husband retired. We sold our farm and moved to the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Six weeks after our arrival, my husband walked out, and I began the most painful, yet transformative, chapter of my life. My journey through the darkness is retold in my book, Letting Go: An Ordinary Woman’s’ Extraordinary Journey of Healing & Transformation, which was published in June 08. While not the book I’d always intended to write, Letting Go needed to be written first.
Looking back, I can honestly say there isn’t anything I’d change; not even the pain of my divorce, which resulted in amazing personal growth that has freed me to focus on my animal communication and healing work. My journey of healing also unearthed my gift for writing that I was totally unaware of, making the time perfect to begin my series of books of animal tales.
In 1904, the Pawnee Chief Letakota-Lesa stated, “In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals; for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beasts, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and the moon, man should learn. Tirawa spoke to man through his works.”
This first book contains the tales of those “certain animals” that shared incredible lives and lessons with me. All but one lived with me, and all willingly gave their love, support and guidance to this lucky human. In an effort to provide continuity and flow, their tales will follow somewhat chronologically, intermingling just as their lives did. They are my “master teachers.” I’m humbled that they chose me and honored to share their tales and teachings with you. Hang on; it’s been quite a ride!
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