January 4, 2014
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] !!!
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.
August 19, 2007
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…
July 15, 2007
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
July 14, 2007
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
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:
“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;
“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