Is out of the closet!!! You can now get it on Kindle!


She’s done it again. The phenomenal Lea Pihlman, who translated my book into Finnish awhile back, contacted me yesterday to ask if she might set it up for Kindle under Tailbook Press. Are you kidding? Of course!!! And when Lea decides to do something, it was done yesterday! So you can read it in Finnish from your Kindle or you can read it in English! Here it is, An Introduction To Communication With Animals And Nature – A Journey Toward Wholeness [Kindle Edition] !!!


Hearts Journey

June 16, 2010

Please go to my new Website for much more on Animal Communication and Wellness Coaching/Healing. On the Animal Communication page you will get an up to date form of this post as well as how to get my e-book, ‘An Introduction to Animal and Nature Communication’. Thanks!

As a teacher of animal communication the greatest sense of satisfaction I get is when I see people start out on a journey of the heart, working with animals at a new level and carrying on to discover themselves anew moment by moment. This is a gift our fellow creatures give us, the heart connection, and it leads us to a truer sense of ourselves.

It is such a joy and privilege to work with animals and nature as a sort of midwife to a new consciousness. This is bigger than Dr. Doolittle. This is the journey of a lifetime.

So what is animal communication? Talk telepathically to our furry friends and find out what kind of food they prefer and where they want to sleep and why they are peeing on the carpet? Well as an animal communicator I do a bit of that. Mostly what I do though is act as a translator between nature and humanity. Phew. What does that mean!

At this point in our journey on planet earth we have some forks in the road that are important to our continuation here. We either awaken to our role as a creator species or we just keep driving down that ever shortening road to oblivion. Look around. Which way do you see us going?

Nature has always been here in support of our lives as a creator species. While you may think Mother Nature is fed up with our performance in that realm, and with good reason, that is not quite the case. Nature continues to support our lives in every way possible even though we make that harder all the time. Now all of nature is coming together to tell us, as loudly and clearly as possible, that we need to become a conscious species or perish. We can see it all around us but the powers that be don’t see a profit in paying attention. So the question is, what to do.

Our animal companions are perhaps the ones who can make the biggest difference in our perspective. They live with us. Even with those of us who are making big profits despoiling the planet. They love us unconditionally. That prompts us to love them unconditionally. How many other relationships do we have where that is the case? So our animals already offer us that. They also give us the possibility of experiencing unconditional love beyond our relationships with them. Simply by making it a reality in this one relationship they are showing us that while it may appear to be unlikely, it may still be possible to achieve mutual unconditional love elsewhere. How big is that gift? Well I’d rather get that than some gaudy diamond bracelet.

So already our companion animals are giving us so much without saying a word! Do we appreciate it? Sometimes. Enough? Well, has your love ever gone unappreciated? Love is never appreciated enough. But that is what our animals are out to change! If they thought of it as we would, it would be as if nature had deployed specially trained spies to infiltrate the very substance of the lives of the enemy.

They don’t think of it that way (they love us, all of nature loves us) but that is the gist of what is happening. Nature has planted a possible solution to human destruction right in the beds (quite literally in many cases) of the destroyers. These troops are deployed by REAL intelligence.

So back to animal communication. Let’s say someone calls me and says, “my cat has this problem and that problem and it is really getting to be a problem!” Well, good for the cat! In most cases you don’t need to even call me if you are able to take a look at your cat as if she were a mirror to your own problems or blind spots then interpret the signs. But you most likely don’t or are unable to see it that way YET. So you call me. I talk to the cat and the cat tells me her problems and I talk to you and tell you the cats problems and you say, “Oh my God! I do that!” or “that’s how I feel!” or something to that effect. Now do you see what you’ve got? Have you ever noticed how wonderfully inspiring a problem can be once you see where it is pointing you? That’s what your cat can show you! So what am I good for? I polish the mirror. It’s a little hard to see yourself in this mirror right now (getting easier with time and happening faster all the time) so I give it the spit and polish it needs for you to see the gift your animal is giving through it’s unacceptable behavior.

So now you are really convinced you don’t want to call me! Who the hell needs that. Well we all do. To see the story of the gift my Alfie gave me through this process go to Best Friend Best Teacher. We all need to become conscious of what we are creating in our lives and our companion animals we love so dearly are showing us how our own actions effect our own world, our own reality and how it effects all that is.

Nature’s conspiracy. Effective too. People are listening more all the time whether they call an animal communicator or not. People are “getting it” from their pets and more and more from the other creatures in their lives and in our world. Nature is conspiring to help us save ourselves and I am so grateful and feel very privileged to be a part of that conspiracy!

Now for my disclaimer. Sometimes the cat is just a brat.

P.S. If you would like to start your own Journey of the Heart you might like to start with my Introductory E-Book.

While I am in quote mode here is a beauty from Abraham-Hicks

If man understood that “what I create has nothing to do with what anybody else is creating” then he wouldn’t be so afraid of what others are doing. — Abraham

And I might add, would get on with his own doing with joy and wouldn’t always be looking over his shoulder to see how he’s stacking up against everyone else.

You’re picky about the car you drive. You’re picky about what you wear. You’re picky about what you put in your mouth. We want you to be pickier about what you think. — Abraham

Because, for those who aren’t familiar with the law of attraction, what you think is the blueprint for your future. “Ain’t it awful” brings on more awful. “Ain’t life grand!!!” brings more grand. Change your mind, change your life. Simple. Not always easy.

And if you are worried about being thought a Pollyanna, here is a goodie.

“You probably wouldn’t worry about what people think of you if you could know how seldom they do.” Olin Miller

And I’ve just been looking for an excuse to use this one. Couldn’t find one so I’m just going to plunk it down here.

“You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.” Albert Einstein

And, I may add, telepathy operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there and sometimes there is a cat, sometimes a dog…

Happy Sunday 🙂

Phase VI

The Big Finale!

Once back from my Dolphin Journey I found the quality of my Animal Communications had changed dramatically. While I had been pretty good at it before I now felt fully confident of every connection. It had to do with a subtle but absolute change in focus. I think just being around Penelope and the others on that boat — And the Dolphins! — helped me understand through and through, without talking about it, the subtle shift that must be made to make contact every time. And strangely enough it made it all seem so natural. It went from — this is weird but it seems to work sometimes — to –OF COURSE we can understand everything about another creature. With that understanding I have found a feeling of connectedness that can not be shaken. I am here — I belong — I am exactly as I should be — and so are you.

I am now a Life Coach, Intuitive Communicator, Reiki Master and Ordained Minister offering compassionate consultations with all species.

So there you have it. The whole story. Where it goes from here is — EVERYWHERE!!!!


Of course in the years since writing Best Friend Best Teacher things have been moving right along. I dug this further story out awhile back to use as ad copy for my new e-book, An Introduction to Animal & Nature Communication

The encounter that still stands out in my mind;

I had just arrived home after swimming with wild dolphins in the
Bahamas (and yes, I do recommend it if you are ever able to do
that). I was taking a shower and as soon as I turned off the water
I heard someone crying, clearly someone who was deeply
distressed. I looked out my front window and saw a neighbor
crying and calling out a name. That can only mean one thing,
someone is lost. I got dressed as quickly as possible and ran to
catch up with her. She collapsed into my arms and told me her
bird had flown away. She just knew she was never going to see
her again. At that time I had only just learned animal
communication and hadn’t told anyone about it. I felt a little silly
saying, “I’ve been learning animal communication.” She was still in
my arms so I was speaking directly into her ear. Once I’d informed
her of my “credentials” I spoke from what I can only say is “my
other mind”. That is the mind which sees clearly and is able to
communicate simply and perfectly what needs to be
communicated. When she said, “I’m not ever going to see her
again am I?” I said, “That is not necessarily true. If we are one,
part of you IS your bird. I want you to go home and get into quiet
space and become your bird — then go out and find her.” That’s all
I said but I said it with the authority of that other mind and she did
exactly as I said. I didn’t explain what I meant by “get into quiet
space” or “become your bird”, she just went home and did it. At
some level we all know this stuff already.

About three hours later I was out in the front yard watering when
my neighbor ran up to me and threw herself into my arms and said,
“I found her!!! I’m a believer!!!”. Well you could have knocked me
over with a feather.

And that is how I learned that passing on what I had gained from these experiences would be my next phase. From that experience and more, I developed my online AC course which set the bar for online learning and still continues to be the best way I have found for people world wide to join together in the adventure of learning to communicate with all that is. Online AC Course

Phase V

Great Jumpin Dolphins

Back when I was first looking for a ‘pet psychic’ I found Penelope Smith’s web site and her Dolphin Adventure jumped out at me. I ‘knew’ I had to go. I signed up just after taking my first animal communication class. It was the perfect ending to this whole experience. Here is the letter to friends and clients upon my arrival home.

Hi Everyone,

As most of you know I recently went swimming with wild dolphins in the Bahamas to learn whatever it is we learn by doing that. These are a few of my experiences.

I started my great adventure with what God issued me and the clothes I stood up in. Lost Luggage. After months of shopping for just the right stuff (in Eureka it is cold — we don’t swim, wear shorts, sandals, sun hats, sunscreen, or go snorkeling) it was a non issue. But while others wrestled their luggage into the shuttle to the dock I enjoyed the morning light. While others wrestled their luggage onto the boat I watched the sun sparkle on the water. Once others had wrestled their luggage under the bunks in their rooms they started bringing me things. I was presented with the choice of one of two swimsuits which were identical to the two swimsuits I had in my luggage. I took the purple, it was my favorite all along. There were t-shirts, shorts and towels from the boats lost and found and others from my fellow travelers. When I mentioned to my roommate that I was going to miss my Teva’s she gave me hers saying she hadn’t been sure why she had brought them. Same with a dive skin. She had once lost her luggage and was very generous as people had been with her. The crew provided me with snorkeling gear. Within a half hour of being on the boat all my needs had been met. Later in the week when everyone had nothing but wet, rank towels and soggy clothes the crew did my laundry for me since they knew I didn’t have much stuff. Fresh towels! What a gift. I shared with my roommate. At the end of the week I slept like a baby while others packed their soggy stuff into suitcases that seemed too small. And in the morning while others lugged their stuff to the back deck for a customs check I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. When we arrived back at the hotel my luggage was there. Pristine. I had a glorious shower and pampered myself with all my own toiletries and put on my own clean clothes and felt like a million bucks. And when I got home there was no laundry to do. It’s a great way to travel. Beyond that it’s a lesson to me in accepting help, asking for what I need and finding abundance rather than scarcity.

Now when you take a trip with twenty-eight animal communicators you tend to expect a bit of weirdness and just decide to go with the flow. We had our first meeting at the hotel the night before boarding. Penelope Smith, the facilitator for the trip, had green hair and was a bit more peculiar than I had expected. There were a few kids, two hetero couples, one lesbian couple, and a mix of mostly women of all ages. After introductions Hodin, Penelope’s assistant, and Penelope started a chant — he was on drums and she chanting something resembling a Native American chant. I don’t recall the lead in to this except that I had always thought of that stuff as silly and was prepared to just endure it politely. About three beats into it I was bawling my eyes out. Somehow I had found my way home.

Once we were onboard we all discovered that we just loved our roommates. When you are with a bunch of people there are always those you hit it off with right away and those who make you grind your teeth. We all ended up with the former. After a couple of days of watching roommates interact I asked Penelope how she had made the room assignments. She printed out all of our applications (most by email — we hadn’t even touched these printouts) and matched them by the energy she got from them. That’s it. Simple.

The first few days we had bad weather so the dolphin encounters were few and far between but I was able to learn to cope with snorkeling. Plenty of time to practice. I went from gulping and sputtering salt water to being fairly proficient at diving. I had some help. Just a few weeks before leaving, my daughter in law Wonder lost her father. Gary was someone I felt close to the moment we met. He was an artist and sculptor. When he found he had kidney problems that would lead to his death he moved to Hawaii for a year to spend time doing luscious things like snorkeling. A few years ago he gave me a small feather he had carved from an antler. I knew he would love this trip so I put his feather on a chain and wore it on this trip. Strangely enough Scott Hanson, a renowned sculptor who makes his home in Hawaii and is a world-class free diver just happened to be on the trip. We hit it off right away. He taught me how to dive.

While we were waiting for the dolphins to find us interesting enough to spend time with we snorkeled here and there. No I didn’t get any mysterious vibes from the road to Bimini but I met a lot of fish I had never seen outside reef tanks and aquariums. The water is warm and very clear and the fish are glorious. God it was good.

There is so much to tell. Like the love that grew throughout our little community as the week went on, the bliss I felt “dancing” with a disabled girl to live Calypso music at the Complete Angler, the perfect moments of being belly to belly with a dolphin, the joy watching dolphins and humans playing together, the wonder of living in a community of healers each of us giving what we had to give and receiving what we needed spontaneously, easily. We became the flow. Now I know exactly what it is that I want to create here at home.

On our last day the dolphins came out to play for about 2 hours straight. Then there was THE MOST SPECTACULAR SUNSET I have ever seen. Then there was lightning periodically lighting up the clear night. The wonders just went on and on that day. It was the perfect end to a perfect adventure.

And somehow a lot of us came back with a streak or two of green in our hair.

Stay tunned for Phase VI
The Big Finale!

Alfie Passes the Baton

So Alfie did his job getting me to the animal communication class. Goldie the feral cat took over from there. It was close to the end of the all day class. I had found that I was fairly good at talking to animals and getting them to talk to me. We ‘read’ each other’s pets through pictures and/or descriptions then got feedback. What is your favorite toy? Where do you sleep at night? We worked with things and ideas that could be verified by the people who knew the animal best. My ‘hits’ that day were about even with my misses and once in awhile I would get a ‘hit’ that would stun me. Just because you ‘believe’ in something doesn’t mean it’s not downright spooky when you get a major hit. Whew! Anyway I get a photo of a cat that is in a crate and looks startled. Her name is Goldie. That was all I was told about her. So I open my heart to her, introduce myself and ask politely if I may ask her a few questions. Not only did I get a ‘NO’ but my heart turned to a cold hard stone. Well. It had been about 30 years since I had worked with anything but the usual sorts of energy you know physical energy and I had totally forgotten the bit about protecting and grounding yourself. Though Marta certainly had brought it up it went right by me. Now here I was with a cold stone in place of a heart. Terribly uncomfortable. Marta showed me some ways to move the energy but I wasn’t able to get at it at all.

As it happens (isn’t there ever an accident?) this class was taking place 250 miles from my home and I was staying with an old friend who just happens to be an old hand at energy work. I’d never had any done but THE TIME HAD COME. After I’d ranted manically and generally come apart at the seams while having a few glasses of wine to ease the pain (it didn’t ease the pain) Judy worked on me. She was successful in moving out that blocked energy. I went to bed and slept soundly. Maybe it would be more accurate to say I passed out for the night.

The next morning I felt fine and offered to work on Judy. It’s true that I hadn’t worked with what I considered anything but the most basic sorts of energy before but I had always had healing hands (as we all do) and had always said I could heal people if they’d let me. I hadn’t really come across anyone who would let me for quite some time and had forgotten about it till Judy said she’d been suffering some pain. I told her I’d give it a go and see if it helped. I put my hands on her to do some simple massage and give her some ‘juice’ and the spigot OPENED! Blowtorch hands! We spent the next hour laughing and healing and healing and laughing and that was truly the beginning of a WHOLE DIFFERENT THING! WHAT other thing? Hadn’t a clue. But I knew I wanted to teach it and I knew I wanted to keep it simple.

Stay tunned for Phase III

You Can’t Just Sit on Blowtorch Hands

Best Friend Best Teacher

How I became a Life Coach, Intuitive Communicator, Reiki Master and Ordained Minister offering compassionate consultations with all species.

A true story by Trish Scott

Phase I

Who’s running the Asylum???

It really started the day I locked him in the bathroom so he wouldn’t hurt himself or the house while I was away at work. Alfie, my rescued Anatolian Shepherd, was suffering horribly with separation anxiety. He simply went berserk every time I went to work. New destruction awaited me every time I came home. I wasn’t gone more than 13 or 14 hours a week but that was more than enough time for him to go through knick knacks, library books and the reading glasses sitting atop them, grains and beans, wooden spoons and anything sitting on counters or tables. Anatolians are huge and can reach anything. With an open floor plan and open shelving I didn’t have a prayer of keeping him out of anything. My large crate was to small for him and even if I trained him to it I was afraid he would hurt himself trying to escape once I left the house. One time in desperation I had forced him into the car (he knew something was up) to keep him from tearing apart the house. Thank goodness he didn’t tear apart the car, but he refused to get in the car again. Though still a puppy just a bit over a year old, he weighed about 100 pounds so his refusal was tough for me to override. The bathroom seemed my only remaining hope. One day I cleared everything out of the bathroom and left him there for the 4 hours I was at work. When I got home I could barely force the door open. What could be blocking the door? Kindling. He had reduced the molding around the door and floor to kindling. He’d made some progress on the drywall and one of the built in shower shelves was history.

That’s when I typed, “pet psychic” into google.

Now you might think, hello — it’s time to get rid of that dog. All I can say to you is, have you ever fallen in love with a stranger across a crowded room? I have and he was a little brindle dog around six months old with uncertain parentage and legs that resembled tree trunks. It’s just way bigger than logic.

So my google search resulted in several names and I emailed all of them:

“I got your address from Penelope Smith’s website and hope you can help.”

“My dog Alfie (Anatolian Shepard 13-14 months old, a rescue dog I got at about 6 months) is the sweetest boy in the world but tears my house apart every time I leave…”

“We need help! I’m a prisoner in my own home and Alfie is a slave to this panic (I think it’s panic).”

This was my reply from Marta Williams, the first to respond:

Hi Trish:

“I have helped people with this problem with their dogs and think it is worth a try. We need to talk by phone…”…

I sent the same message to the Anatolian Rescue lady. She replied;

Hi Trish,

“It sounds like your dog has separation anxiety. Its pretty common for a rescue dog to behave like this. Its something that “can” be fixed but it will take some time and effort on your part…. ”

I had exactly four days in which to fix this problem because no matter what I had to leave the house again in that time. I did correspond with the rescue group, found a lot of wonderful and helpful people there who were ready and willing to help but all in the old paradigm, i.e. time and effort.

So I talked to Marta that evening, a Saturday. She had no guarantees. She would have a chat with him that night and I would call her back in the morning for the results of her consultation. $70.00. OK. Cheaper than the X-Large crates I’d been pricing by far. A drop in the bucket compared to the destruction that had already taken place.

By morning, before I even talked to Marta, I “knew” I wanted to learn to do what she does. I “knew” a lot of stuff. Everything was going to be fine. So we talked. She told me how he felt about his behavior, “I know I’m a mess”. I nearly died at that sentence. He is most defiantly NOT a mess. He just has this one little problem. Anyway she recommended about twenty things I could do to help him. Flower essences, meditation, massage, energy work, talking to him while I’m away, change to a raw food diet and things I’ve probably forgotten by now. I said ok and did it all. I also signed up for her beginning animal communication class.

On Thursday I went to work and came back to a house that looked like a dog had been left alone for awhile rather than like a house where a lunatic had been let loose on a bad day. There were about 2 things on the floor that had been on a table. IT WORKED!!!

Stay tuned for Phase II

Alfie Passes the Baton