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Volume 9 No. 1, January-June 2006
When you talk intuitively to another being your are connecting to the spirit or soul of that being. You don't physically see or hear anything, the communication all happens on the inside. Because it is not dependent on the physical, it is even possible to communicate with the spirit of an animal that has died. I am asked to this quite often. People who have just lost an animal to death are concerned about how the animal experienced his or her death and the time leading up to it. Or they want to know how the animal's spirit is doing and whether he or she plans on returning to life in another form.
 Many people find this type of consultation very helpful. It gives them peace of mind and helps them deal with the pain of losing an animal. When I talk with an animal that has died I usually ask them about their lives and their people, hoping to get accurate details that will be convincing evidence that I truly am connecting with the spirit of the animal. Recently I talked with Amy Wepro's german shepherd, Moses who she had to have euthanized due to a deteriorating spine.
In the communication Moses told me several things about himself. He said he never needed training and that all Amy had to do was explain and tell him to do something and he did it. He described a red ball that he loved. He said he was in love with cats and horses and that it was his job to take care of the cats and horses. Amy confirmed all of these traits in Moses and was convinced that I had gotten through to his spirit.
 In another session I spoke to Bosco a dachshund whom Laura and Peter Brewer had just lost. Laura wrote that she felt it quite remarkable how well I captured Bosco. She said it was particularly poignant when I told her that Bosco was describing himself to me as an instigator, because that is what she and Peter always called him. Bosco also told me how much he loved to swim, as you can see in the photo she sent me after the consult. Laura said he is the only dachshund she knows who loved to swim. He would get in the water and you couldn't get him out.
This kind of confirmation helps people realize that their animals are not ever truly gone. And it lets them better hear and accept the messages of love and reassurance that are usually conveyed by the spirits of animals that have died.
 My new book Beyond Words: Talking with Animals and Nature, published by New World Library, is now available in bookstores and online at amazon.com and barnesandnobel.com. You can also purchase a signed copy directly from me via my website.
Beyond Words is a collection of amazing true stores from clients, students, colleagues, and friends of their experiences with intuitive communication. I am now scheduling lectures at bookstores in my area (northern California). For bookstores out of my area I need to combine the lecture with a workshop. Please get in touch with me if you would like to help organize a lecture and workshop in your area.
I hope you like Beyond Words and I hope it helps in some way to heal the rift between humans and the rest of nature. My best method of promoting the book is you: if you like it, please tell others about it. And if you have a connection to someone well-known who loves animals and might be able to promote the book, I will be glad to send you a copy to give to them and also a free signed copy for yourself. I am open to any other promotion suggestions you might have, and would welcome your help. Feel free to contact me, and thanks!
 Laura Clarke of Washington wrote to me about her 20+ year old gelding named Red. She bought him from a horse trader a few years ago. Red was extremely underweight and neglected, so she took him home. She finds him to be a gentle horse, but not really the affectionate type. He spends his days babysitting her younger horses and teaching them manners. Recently, the farrier was to trim hooves. While Laura was standing in front of Red holding his lead rope, Red stretched out his neck and laid his head on her shoulder. Being quite overwhelmed by this display of 'affection', she put her arm around Red's neck and her hand came to rest on a rather large lump behind Red's jawline (in his neck). She immediately said, "Oh my God Red, what is that?" Red took his head off her shoulder and simply gazed into her eyes. Laura realized that Red wanted her to know that the lump was there. She told Red not to worry, that she'd get help and do whatever was needed to take care of it. Laura wrote that without reading my books she might not have realized what Red was trying to tell her. In the past she would have treated something like that as silly or meaningless. But she says, things are different now!
This story was sent in by Nathalie Hayes of Belgium. She told me she had been reading my book and trying things out.
Every Saturday, I go to a humane society 30 minutes from my house to bring the dogs treats and to spend time with them. This past Saturday, I used your technique on every single dog there! At one point one of the workers ran up to me. He was all stressed out. I was actually petting two dogs considered aggressive and maybe dangerous. They were acting like puppies with me! So the guy was very surprised. As soon as the dogs saw him, they started barking and showing off their teeth. It got scary but the dogs finally came back to me and leaned against me to be petted. The worker went back to the office to ask the owners to come outside and check us out. They were all shocked as well. They asked me how I had done that. I told them the truth: I simply told the dogs they were beautiful and I would be delighted if they allowed me to give them treats and spend time with them. The owners looked at me as if I were crazy, but then decided they should also try talking to the dogs!
This story was sent to me by Pam Flood of California:
Marta, I wanted to share this. My horse Midnight, if you will remember, hates trailering and he hasn't been all that thrilled about this move we are making (neither are we.) Today, when the trailer came to pick up the horses, we loaded the young one, Mikey first because he is so consistently mellow. Then we were going to load Midnight and, finally, Pal, the older Palomino. It took 20 minutes to load Midnight. He just stood there at the end of the trailer and sometimes he would look like he was about to get on and sometimes he would glance in at Mikey and stop. Finally Midnight loaded and, as soon as he walked toward the back, Mikey body-slammed him and came unglued. Both myself and my friend who was helping were in danger of being slammed into walls or run over -- or would have been. Midnight deliberately used his body to block Mikey from us, all the while keeping this absolutely calm demeanor. He just stood there like an immovable object, while Mikey tried to back over him. Midnight did not flinch or move an inch. Mikey eventually calmed down and we went ahead and loaded Pal. Midnight was amazing. He knew...but I was too task-oriented to hear him tell me that Mikey was not stable. That is the third time Midnight has saved me from serious harm. I'm still thanking him. Just had to tell you.
 This story was sent to me by Catherine Sevenau:
My sister Liz knew everything about everything. An avid bird-watcher, the ancient crane was her favorite. The majestic birds inspired her and wove their nests into her daily living: a life-size metal statue stood sentry at her front door and a delicate watercolor flew on her plaster walls. Cranes perched on her bookshelves, danced on her Japanese robe and winged on her glass lampshade. She could tell you everything about their habits and habitats, their migration patterns, and their courting rituals; she even knew their mating calls.
Every fall, thousands of greater sandhill cranes streak across the Pacific Flyway, migrating in families to feed and roost in the safety of the wetlands of the Central Valley near the Sacramento River. One of the world's largest birds, the male sandhill stands at a stately five-feet and possesses a seven-foot wingspan. They are long-legged, long-necked, and bustle-bodied, sporting ash gray plumage, a black chiseled bill, sleek white cheeks, and a bald red crown. Their trumpet call can be heard for miles. In February, Liz was diagnosed with Adeno Sarcoma lung cancer. In September, she had experimental surgery at the UC Davis Cancer Clinic in Sacramento. Two weeks after, pneumonia set in and I took her back to the hospital. Three days later, she died.
Just after she took her last breath in that cool early morning, her husband Tony stepped outside to call the family. While on his cell-phone, an overhead cacophony of long, drawn out bugling and clanging was so loud he was unable to converse. His irritation changed to slack-jawed wonder as he witnessed a feathered cortege of two-hundred greater sandhills passing directly over his wife's top floor hospital room in single and V-line formation, first one string, then another behind the first, then another behind them, then another, and another, necks extended in front, legs and tails outstretched behind, the slow rhythmic beating of their wings vibrating the crisp October sky, incessantly declaring GAROOO-A-A, GAROOO-A-A. As is their nature, the whole flock calls most raucously when concerned or alarmed. I feel they knew Liz had died and were blessing her with an exquisite tribute.
Well now we know the President did know the levees would over top and he did nothing. Just as he did when he knew the planes were in the air during 911. An clear and dangerous pattern….Meanwhile people are permenantly displaced, no one is restoring anything, and the animals (in the tens of thousands at least) have been abandoned to the streets. The effort to save them is now going local. To learn about and support the animal rescuers go to: http://www.kinshipcircle.org/katrina/vol_cover.html
If you have a station near you that sells Citgo gas you can chose to stop supporting the major oil companies and the war and instead support the populist government of Venezuela. To find out go to http://www.citgo.com/CITGOLocator.jsp
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(Note: If you missed the last issue of my newsletter, it is in the archives now and you should check the book recommendations there too, as there are some good ones.)
Louv's thesis is that in becoming alienated from nature we are becoming ill; this is especially true for children growing up in today's world. H links stress disorders, hyperactivity, depression, and anxiety in children with children's separation and alienation from the natural world. A must read for all parents and educators, he gives lots of ideas and advice for how to reunite children with nature.
Ramey is widely read and respected as a teacher and practitioner of natural hoofcare and the barefoot trim. Going shoeless is a growing practice in the field of natural horsecare. Ramey's book covers all aspects: the transition from shoes to barefoot, the barefoot trim, case studies, and nutrition. If you have a horse with navicular, laminitis, or other chronic lameness issues you should get this book.
Carol Robinson, a fellow communicator and student, has made a CD to help people who have lost an animal. It is called, Missing Animal - Resource and Meditation Guide. Contact Carol to order a copy at 415 924 9094.
 There are some animals, just like there are some people, who have an incredible aura of calm and love about them. That is what I saw immediately in Desta, a 15 year old Westie who served for many years visiting children and the elderly. I am sure you will see it too. Here are two photos of her, one in her costume at an annual children's event.
 NAIROBI (AFP) - A baby hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise, in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa, officials said. The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms (650 pounds), was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean, then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.
"It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge of Lafarge Park, told AFP.
"After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added. "The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added. "The hippo was left at a very tender age, and by nature, hippos are social animals, like to stay with their mothers for four years," he explained.
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