tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330510682024-02-08T01:25:58.093-05:00Maureen Harmonay's Animal Communication BlogAnimal communication, animal telepathy, animal health, animal advocacy issues, lost animals, animals in spirit, animals in the afterlife, animal rescue, tips for using telepathy with animals, stories about interspecies communication in all of its forms, and observations of animals and birds in the natural world. The opinions and observations of Maureen Harmonay of Animal Translations.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-52876280234410781442015-04-01T20:04:00.000-04:002015-04-01T20:05:53.308-04:00Lunar's Legacy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Lunar</b> left his tired body today. It happened exactly as he had told me it would: he waited until Kelly had come home from work, and then, without undue drama, he had a stroke. Kelly held her precious 16-year-old boy in her arms as she whispered, "Go Baby, Go. . ." Soon, he stopped breathing, and soared into spirit.<br />
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Lunar's will to live had remained strong until those last moments. Though his thin body was scarcely able to do what he wanted it to do, he had a voracious appetite--for food and for life--until the very end. If he had any foreshadowing that his remaining days on earth were few, he did not show it. Nor did he show an ounce of fear. He wanted to be able to make his own choices, and to govern the time and circumstance of his passing. Kelly honored his wishes, even while sacrificing her own comfort and convenience. She loved him that much.<br />
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During my conversation with Kelly last night, she told me something that made me realize that Lunar's time was drawing very near. She said she had been seeing fleeting glimpses of Lunar's spirit body running around her, out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be frolicking with exuberant feline energy, and then, he would be gone. When she would look around, there was Lunar: still deeply sleeping on the other side of the room, giving nary a clue that his spirit was so vibrant that it had leapt out of a weakened body which could no longer contain it.<br />
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Today, Lunar shed that body for good. "I know he has been restored to health and happiness," Kelly told me, through her tears. "I am so blessed for having been able to love him for 16 years." As for Lunar, I know he feels the same way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-9461401722115069082014-01-29T11:30:00.000-05:002014-02-01T20:53:11.824-05:00The Cat Who Cared<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Claire asked me to talk with her sweet <a href="http://www.cfa.org/Breeds/BreedsKthruR/Ragdoll.aspx">Ragdoll</a> cat, <b>Casey</b>. He's a gregarious, funny, friendly, and all-around great cat, but Claire and her husband were losing sleep over him, literally.<br />
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Not only did Casey pace at night, but he insisted on opening closet doors and rattling window shades in the master bedroom during the darkest hours. His night-after-night antics had left Claire and her husband exhausted and exasperated. Could I find out why Casey was so rambunctious in the midnight hours, Claire wanted to know, and more important, could I persuade him to stop?<br />
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When <a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations/">I connected with Casey</a>, he admitted that he did want Claire and her husband to wake up. The question was: why?<br />
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I wasn't prepared for what he said next. It turned out that Casey's middle-of-the-night rumblings were inspired by his fear that one of his "parents" had stopped breathing, and his purpose in rousing them was to make sure they were okay. He knew if he could wake them, they'd have to breathe!<br />
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Claire and her husband were astonished when I told them what Casey had shared. It turns out that in fact, Claire's husband has been diagnosed with <a href="http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/sleepapnea/">sleep apnea</a>, and there are times when his breathing does momentarily cease. They had no idea that Casey had understood the danger, and that all he wanted to do was to help.<br />
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Interestingly, after my session with Casey, Claire reported that her dear cat has been much more relaxed and that he's begun to sleep through the night again. I'd suggested to Casey that instead of creating noises that would disturb his sleeping parents, he could jump up on the bed and wake them if he perceived that one of them had really stopped breathing. It's a solution that seems to be working for everyone.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-9760269166663335162013-12-19T20:24:00.000-05:002013-12-19T20:24:44.526-05:00Bonding with Bobby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you live with a dog, things can go from good to bad as quick as a shot, with no warning. If I'd forgotten that, I was reminded of it today by <b>Bobby</b>, the impish Cocker Spaniel who's a bundle of cuteness and mischief.<br />
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The first time I saw Bobby on <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/">Petfinder</a>, I fell in love. It wasn't hard. He was adorable and winning and it was hard to imagine that there could be anything but sweetness in that doleful face. I hadn't lived with a Cocker Spaniel since I was a young child, but having shared my life with Springer Spaniels for almost 20 years, I figured I knew what to expect. I was wrong.<br />
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Bobby was a doll during the long ride from New York to Massachusetts on the warm September afternoon that I met him and brought him home. He was coming with a rap sheet, so I had entered into our adoption contract advisedly. Through no fault of his own, he'd landed in a kill shelter, but had been miraculously rescued by Pamela Schechter of <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/critters.html">Companion Critters</a>, who cuddled him and coddled him and gave him a spiffy haircut so he'd make a good impression. Bobby had lasted at his original adoptive home only 48 hours, having been asked to leave after he bit his adopted "father" as he tried to collar him when he fled from their fenced yard. I was cautious, but initially undeterred.<br />
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After only a few days, I was ready to bring Bobby back. His fascination with my cats bordered on mania. They were terrorized, spending their days quivering under my bed while Bobby strutted his stuff. I couldn't believe what I'd done to them; I had been assured that Bobby liked cats, but he sure didn't show any respect or affection to Neil, Glenda, and Django. <br />
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Not only that, but I discovered that Bobby's name should have been, "Mr. Into Everything." After having lived with several mild mannered Goldens and Springers for so many years, I was completely unprepared for a dog who not only surfed counters but regularly safaried into kitchen cabinets, waste baskets, and purses, eating everything in his path. He was a seven-year-old in a seven-month-old's body. I hadn't signed up for that.<br />
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But instead of relinquishing Bobby, I decided to take him on. A few sessions of training were only marginally helpful. The trainer thought she could use conventional methods to bring Bobby around, but none of them worked on a little guy who wasn't used to being told what to do. I tried <a href="http://www.emotional-health.co.uk/animals.htm">EFT</a> and though for 24 hours, Bobby didn't flinch when he spied one of the cats, the magic quickly wore off.<br />
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It finally hit me that Bobby was like no other dog I'd ever had. I had to learn his rules, and play by them, if we were going to make any progress. That meant lots of sweet talk and encouragement, and never trying to grab an item of contraband from his mouth, lest I become bite victim #2. I praised him and loved him and even when he exasperated me, I forgave him. Again and again. And he forgave me.<br />
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I became the student, and Bobby, the teacher. As I softened, so did he. We grew closer, in spite of myself. Even the cats noticed the difference, gradually gaining the confidence to mingle with Bobby without fear. On days when I spend hours bent over a computer, Bobby's little face peeks up from under the table as if to say, "Take a break. Pet me." And I do.<br />
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Yet I hadn't understood how much Bobby meant to me until this morning, when somehow, he scooted away as I opened the door to retrieve a just-delivered package. Perhaps because his mostly white coat blended with the snowy driveway, I didn't see or feel him go. It was only when my other dog, <b>Tennessee</b>, tried to push the door open as I was closing it, that I realized something was amiss. I turned around expecting to see Bobby waiting in the hallway behind me, but he wasn't there. I rushed around the house, frantically calling him, but then, in horror, I understood that he'd bolted. My heart sank. I could feel the adrenaline rising as I flung open the door and screamed, "Bobby! Where ARE You?!"<br />
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And there, sitting quietly as though nothing had happened, was Bobby. Not a fugitive, but just a little Cocker Spaniel who, after more than a year, understands that this is his home--a place where he is loved and appreciated for who he is. A place where he belongs.<br />
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I received an amazing note from a dear client of mine, <b>Seanne Moulton</b>, recounting an experience she had a few days ago during a mediumship demonstration conducted by <b><a href="http://www.francescakimpton.com/">Francesca Kimpton</a></b>, a psychic medium from the UK who now lives in California.<br />
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Seanne wrote:<br />
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"Francesca was talking to a gal in the audience when she stopped and asked, 'Does someone have a dog who just recently passed? I mean, <i>very </i>recently? Because there is a dog here who keeps running back and forth in front of me. He seems so happy.'<br />
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A woman raised her hand, and Francesca immediately knew it was this woman's dog. She said the dog was running up to all of the spirits who had come through and had been rolling on his back for a belly rub. The dog couldn't stop talking about the new tag his 'mom' had purchased for him, just before he passed. The woman confirmed that indeed, she had just bought her dog a new tag, right before he died.<br />
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The dog kept talking about how proud he was of that tag. The woman confirmed that he had been parading around, showing off that tag like he was at a beauty pageant.<br />
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Then, the woman's father came through and tried to pick up the dog, saying, 'Come on, all these people didn't come here to listen to a dog!' But the dog responded, 'Oh yes, they did!' He said he just wanted his mom to know she was the best mom he could ever have asked for. He said he always heard her when she talked to him, and he knows she has been crying a lot since he died. He wanted her to know that he still lays on the pillow with her, just like he used to.<br />
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The woman's father chimed in and said to the dog, 'She cried more when you died than she did when I died!' And the woman confirmed that yes, that was true. Her dog continued to lick her father, and then rolled on his back for more belly rubs. . ."<br />
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If you're fascinated by the idea that we can connect with our animals after they've been released from their bodies, you won't want to miss <b><a href="http://www.animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">The Conference on Animals in the Afterlife</a></b>, on Sunday, November 3rd in Boxborough, MA. Psychic Medium <b><a href="http://www.joannegerber.com/">Joanne Gerber</a></b> will be doing spontaneous spirit readings, and we hope that just like the dog in Seanne's story, departed animals will be among those who come through. <br />
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<a href="https://events.r20.constantcontact.com/register/eventReg?llr=u8fbu7bab&oeidk=a07e7radfjl7a1f16fe">Register</a> today to get the early bird rate of $149 for the <a href="http://origin.library.constantcontact.com/download/get/file/1101545903988-393/Conference+Agenda.pdf">whole day</a>. You can join us for the afternoon, to hear <b><a href="http://www.kimsheridan.com/">Kim Sheridan</a></b>'s keynote and be part of Joanne Gerber's gallery, for just $99.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-54306938426643838642013-09-22T17:33:00.000-04:002013-09-22T17:33:00.547-04:00Why I Wait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we are in the grips of grief after the death of a beloved family member, our first impulse is to try to maintain a connection with him, in an effort to blunt the stark reality of his passing from this earth. Because we can no longer touch or kiss or caress the person who has just left his physical body, we become desperate to find other ways to connect.<br />
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It's no different when we lose our treasured animal companions. We want some confirmation that they are okay, that they didn't suffer in the process of making their out-of-body transitions, and that they know we love and miss them terribly, even if it's only been hours or days since they left our loving arms. We ache to know how they are doing, and we feel we can't wait.<br />
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But when it comes to scheduling a consultation with an animal who has just died, I suggest that my clients do wait, at least for a few weeks, to allow the torrent of tears and torment to abate a bit, and to give the animal's spirit the space and time it may need to acclimate to a new reality.<br />
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And so I was interested to learn that respected Medium <b><a href="http://www.johnholland.com/">John Holland</a></b> says the same thing. I've been reading his book, <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1401900828/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1401900828&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">Born Knowing</a></i></b>, in which he says:<br />
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<b>"Until you've dealt with your bereavement, you shouldn't think about</b><br />
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John is speaking about people, of course, but I think the same advice applies to our animals in spirit. The healing and comfort you can receive from a session in which they paint vivid pictures of their earthly memories can bring healing and comfort even if you wait, just a little while, before you ask me to make the connection. The animals with whom you joyously shared your life will still be there for you, no matter how much time has gone by.<br />
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You'll have an opportunity to connect with departed animals and people at the upcoming <b><a href="http://www.animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">Conference on Animals in the Afterlife</a></b>, when <b><a href="http://www.joannegerber.com/">Joanne Gerber</a></b> will be doing live, spontaneous spirit readings for members of the audience. You won't want to miss it.</div>
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In celebration of her new book, <b><i><a href="http://thedesigningfairy.com/e-books/animal-communication-class-in-a-book-2/">Speak Woof & Meow</a></i></b>, <a href="http://www.ronnianndesigningfairy.com/my-story.html" style="font-weight: bold;">Ronni Ann Hall</a> of <b><a href="http://www.thedesigningfairy.com/">The Designing Fairy</a></b> invited several animal communicators--including me--to submit guest posts for her blog during the month of September.<br />
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I was grateful for Ronni Ann's invitation, and delighted to participate. My piece, entitled <b><a href="http://thedesigningfairy.com/2013/09/06/what-animals-in-the-afterlife-know-guest-maureen-harmonay/">"What Animals in the Afterlife Know,"</a></b> was published today.<br />
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"In my experience as an animal communicator," I wrote, I've learned that animals who have left their bodies behind can continue to stay involved in our lives in wonderful and sometimes magical ways. They know what we say; they see what we do."<br />
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If you'd like to read my account of the verifiable information that was shared with me by <b>Dawson</b> and <b>Sophie</b>, two amazing animals in spirit, please <a href="http://thedesigningfairy.com/2013/09/06/what-animals-in-the-afterlife-know-guest-maureen-harmonay/">read the post</a> on The Designing Fairy blog. <br />
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Among the other topics that will be featured there through the end of this month are "communicating with feral cats," "hearing animals telepathically," and "how to help your animal transition." Ronni Ann will also publish excerpts from <i>Speak Woof & Meow</i> on September 24th, as part of this series.<br />
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Every morning during the month of August, I delighted to see dozens of Canada Geese lazing in small groups throughout a verdant hay field in Holden. I would try to count them, but there were so many, I couldn't. On some days, there had to be 60, or more. They were relaxed and happy and peaceful, and my dogs and I nodded silently at their beauty and majesty as we passed the flocks during our daily morning walk. The geese felt safe in that field, with no thought of danger. They've been coming to this same haven for years.<br />
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On Friday, they were gone, without a trace. I assumed they'd started their fall migration, and wished them well. But then on Sunday morning, I heard the familiar sound of honking hordes, and saw 20 or 30 of them circle the field, and then land. Were these the geese of August, or a new battalion, stopping to fuel and then continue their southerly journey. I didn't know.<br />
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Yesterday, it happened again. A V-formation of geese suddenly appeared in the sky and then gently floated into the quiet grass, in slow motion. I was awed at their precision.<br />
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But this morning, everything changed. Dozens of geese flew so low that I could hear their wings flapping as they passed overhead. As I watched them veer in search of a soft landing, I was horror struck at the simultaneous boom of guns and the gut-wrenching sight of one, two, three geese felled from the sky, without warning, by greedy and blood-thirsty hunters who had been hiding in wait.<br />
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Perhaps a half-dozen of the geese had already landed--their fate unknown--but the ones in flight immediately understood that something was terribly wrong, and wafted out of reach as fast as they could. I felt sick, and heartbroken as I spied the three hunters, almost literally smacking their chops, hungry for more. The blood of the geese they'd already spilled wasn't enough. They'd wait for the flock to return, as they knew it would. I complained loudly and bitterly to the men, but they just sneered.<br />
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My heart stopped as I saw the huge flocks circle back to where some of them had been shot down. Here we go again, I thought. I couldn't bear to watch the continued carnage. The geese were heading in my direction, and I could hear the hunters cock their guns behind me. With all my heart, I said, "no, no, go back, go back!" It felt like I was watching the rerun of a violent movie, and I braced myself for what was to come.<br />
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But then magically, the geese somehow realized that if they continued on their intended trajectory, the formerly welcoming pasture would become their killing field, and as one, they turned away, beyond the guns' reach. I don't know how they knew, but I was grateful that at least for this morning, no more geese would fall from this sky. They remain at risk through September 25th, and I cringe at how many more will be brutally shot down throughout this Commonwealth, all in the name of sport.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-71726954348796707202013-08-27T17:24:00.001-04:002013-08-27T17:24:26.967-04:00On The Couch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I feel like an animal psychotherapist. So often, something magical happens after a consultation, just because I've made a heartfelt effort to deeply listen to an animal's complaints, concerns, or fears, and sincerely acknowledge them. Those fears might seem silly or inconvenient, but I take them seriously. And in doing so, I've honored and respected the animal I'm talking to, letting her know that she has a right to her feelings, whatever others might think.<br />
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This is what happened with Maggie, a magnificent Hanoverian mare with whom I've had the privilege of communicating on several occasions over the course of more than a year. Maggie is a brave and talented eventer, and it takes a lot to scare her. But of late, she'd been showing signs of stress when she was turned out in a large, lush pasture bordered by tall trees and woods. Rather than relaxing in this green paradise, Maggie had been anxiously pacing the fence, as if begging to come in. No one knew why. To our human minds, it made no sense.<br />
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When I connected with Maggie, I mentally put myself into her body to see what it felt like to be out there in the expansive grassy paddock, alone. I could immediately feel her sense of vulnerability: there was something unseen looming in the woods beyond the field and Maggie worried that it might spring forth to pounce on her. A hawk flew overhead: it, too, felt like a threatening presence in a wide open place where there was no place to hide.<br />
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I let Maggie know that I understood why she might feel worried, and gently suggested that she had the power to flee, to run if danger should appear. She said she might be happier in a smaller pen, closer to the barn, and I passed that on to her dear person, Polly.<br />
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That was yesterday. This morning, Polly sent me this photo of Maggie happily grazing out in the big field alone, showing no signs of care or stress. Same field, same woods, but something had shifted. There may be many explanations for Maggie's new-found feeling of comfort in her surroundings, but I believe that as soon as she knew her fears were validated, she let them go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-46774639153090180382013-08-19T10:32:00.000-04:002013-08-19T10:32:14.055-04:00I Hear You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There are times during a telepathic consultation with an animal that information "just flies in." I start getting images, impressions, opinions or feelings that seem random: neither the animal's person nor I have asked about them, but they often reveal something important.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It happens all the time. Most recently, I was talking with a handsome Irish Sport Horse, <b>Quinn</b>, about issues related to his training. Before I could even broach the questions his rider had submitted, Quinn interrupted me to convey that his hay seemed dry, with a lot of twigs and indigestible stems. He said he really didn't care for it, and asked whether it could be dipped in water, to make it more palatable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When I mentioned that to Quinn's person, Sarah, she confirmed that the barn had recently received a shipment of hay that a lot of the boarders felt was too dry. In fact, Quinn had experienced a bout of colic shortly after the hay had arrived, and Sarah had been wondering whether the stray-like forage was the culprit. She thought it was intriguing that Quinn had mentioned it to me; she'd never thought to ask him about it.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitalvnT-BbHiZ0V3a_L42e7nDoYzTVKTnAlD_-fOBqoodxIUMGnWJN1-I3Y1o43m9QYYeM20nYx5PI_aGMIG9p4ai6cQjr_d4IrvxZNWvP6_gmgw79c-TdUC5QyF3SStp41pnSNg/s1600/Manureinthehaycroppedreduced.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitalvnT-BbHiZ0V3a_L42e7nDoYzTVKTnAlD_-fOBqoodxIUMGnWJN1-I3Y1o43m9QYYeM20nYx5PI_aGMIG9p4ai6cQjr_d4IrvxZNWvP6_gmgw79c-TdUC5QyF3SStp41pnSNg/s200/Manureinthehaycroppedreduced.JPG" width="180" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few days later, I received a photo depicting a corner of Quinn's stall that made me realize that I'd definitely been talking with the right horse. It showed a fresh pile of manure neatly placed on top of the offending hay. In case anyone hadn't gotten the message, Quinn wanted to make his assessment of the forage perfectly clear: it would do for bedding, but definitely not for eating!</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-88752294251368077532013-08-17T21:16:00.000-04:002013-08-17T21:16:41.507-04:00Newly Redesigned Website Showcases New Animal Communication Offerings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm really excited to announce the unveiling of the new <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/">Animal Translations</a></b> animal communication website! It's been months in the making, and in addition to spiffy graphics, crisp design, effortless navigation, and updated content, it offers prospective clients a host of reasonably priced options for telepathic consultations aimed at remedying behavioral problems, answering end-of-life questions, and bringing comfort to people whose animals have recently transitioned into spirit.<br />
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In honor of my beloved cat, Casey, the <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations/cats-with-cancer/">"Casey's Legacy"</a></b> program underwrites reduced-cost sessions for cats with cancer. And to help horse people who have adopted <a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations/retired-racehorses/">recently retired thoroughbreds</a>, I'm now doing consultations for those horses, colloquially known as "OTTBs" (Off-The-Track Thoroughbreds) at a special, lower rate.<br />
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Emergency consultations are offered on a same-day basis, and website visitors who just want to browse can sign up for my periodic eNewsletter, <i><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/resources/newsletters/">What's Up With Animals?</a></i>, with stories about intriguing cases and news of upcoming events and opportunities.<br />
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I'm pleased that I've been able to hold the line on fee increases, in an effort to make my services accessible to everyone who wants or needs them. The $75 rate for a standard consultation remains the same, as does the $60 charge for a full-service followup session within 90 days of a prior consultation. The cost of emergency consults has gone up slightly, from $85 to $90, and while the "Cats with Cancer" fee is still discounted, it's now $50, up from $45.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/meet-maureen/">"Meet Maureen"</a> section of the site includes a <a href="http://radio.consciouslifenews.com/the-wonders-of-animal-communication-with-maureen-harmonay/">link to my recent interview</a>, "The Wonders of Animal Communication," with Alexis Brooks of CLN Radio. Alexis will be one of the featured speakers at the upcoming <b><a href="http://www.animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">Conference on Animals in the Afterlife</a></b>, to be held at the Holiday Inn in Boxborough, MA on November 3, 2013. Conference details and <a href="http://animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">registration information</a> are available for the first time through this website rollout, too.<br />
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I hope you'll take a look!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-66181721850711267382013-07-18T21:31:00.000-04:002013-07-19T11:37:27.102-04:00Popsicles for Blazey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was on one of the hottest days of the summer that I communicated with Blazey, a 15-year-old dark bay quarter horse with whom I've had the pleasure of conducting remote conversations before. While we talked, Blazey wandered aimlessly around his paddock in Rhode Island, while I sweltered in front of a fan in my office, an hour away. Telepathy fueled our connection.<br />
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Blazey was chatting amiably about his accommodations, freely sharing his opinions about the quality of his hay, the cleanliness of his water buckets, and the neatness of his stall. He doesn't hold back his assessments, and though we've never met, I've long been enamored with Blazey's facility at long-distance communication.<br />
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Our last session had occurred more than a year ago, when his person, Joan, had asked me to tune into him because he'd been injured. I didn't know how, when, or why, but those details turned out not to matter, because Blazey promptly let me know that something terrible had happened to his left front foot. He reeled off what looked like a show-motion movie, in which I could see that he had torn off a shoe while he was running in his paddock, and as a result, his foot was being soaked, and had been wrapped in some type of boot. He showed me that he'd been confined to his stall, with hand-walking his only exercise.<br />
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It turned out that not only had Blazey's shoe been sheared off in the incident, but with it, a weighty chunk of his left front hoof. His injury was quite serious and it was only through the intervention of a team of expert equine veterinarians that he made a miraculous recovery. Equally miraculous was the accuracy with which Blazey had conveyed to me the particulars of his accident and his daily aftercare, down to the smallest specific of his rehabilitation regimen.<br />
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And so I was a bit puzzled this time, when, as part of our exchange of thoughts and feelings, Blazey showed me what seemed to be a picture of popsicles. I assumed that perhaps he'd seen barn people taking frosty bites of the colored ices-on-a-stick, but wasn't quite sure why they would have made such an impression on him.<br />
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When I shared the popsicle puzzle with Joan, she laughed, confessing that she regularly brings Blazey a special summer treat, in the form of frozen carrots. Of course! They look a lot like popsicles, sans the sticks!<br />
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My trust in Blazey's telepathic abilities was renewed. Like so many horses, he's consistently been able to communicate by telegraphing vivid color pictures of the world around him. We can all learn to "see" what they are saying, simply by closing our eyes.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-19974544677311788562013-07-11T14:11:00.000-04:002013-07-11T14:11:40.125-04:00The Conference on Animals in the Afterlife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After months in the planning, I am pleased to announce the opening of registration for <b><a href="http://www.animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">The Conference on Animals in the Afterlife</a></b>, which will be held at the Holiday Inn in Boxborough, MA on Sunday, November 3, 2013.<br />
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I've grown increasingly interested in exploring this topic since I read <b><a href="http://www.kimsheridan.com/">Kim Sheridan</a></b>'s ground-breaking book, <b><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/text/javascript%22%20src=%22http://wms-na.amazon-adsystem.com/20070822/US/js/link-enhancer-common.js?tag=yourcountryhome">Animals and the Afterlife</a></i></b> several years ago. It's with immense pleasure that I can tell you that Kim has agreed to appear at the Conference as its keynote speaker. In a gentle and fully believable way, Kim tells reassuring stories of spirit animals who have been seen, heard, and felt, by people who wondered if they could possibly be real. They were.<br />
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<a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations.htm">My own work with animals in spirit</a> has amazed me and brought comfort to my grieving clients. Again and again, these animals have been able to convey cherished memories, show me graphic images of treasured times with their people, and relate specific details that could not have been fabricated. I will be sharing some of their stories during my conference presentation.<br />
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The other featured speakers include <b><a href="http://www.jeffbelanger.com/">Jeff Belanger</a></b>, the intrepid paranormal investigator, who will describe ghostly apparitions by paranormal pets, and CLN Radio's <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HigherJourneys?fref=ts">Alexis Brooks</a></b>, who will expand on her <a href="http://consciouslifenews.com/phenomenon-animal-reincarnation/1144248/">compelling article about the phenomenon of animal reincarnation</a> that was published in last December's <i>Conscious Life News</i>. Alexis will discuss her own experience with the reincarnation of her beloved cat, "Paws," who reappeared in her life in the body of her new cat, "Clover."<br />
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The gifted psychic medium, <b><a href="http://www.joannegerber.com/">Joanne Gerber</a></b>, will mingle with conference attendees and the spirits of their departed loved ones--including, we hope, their animals--in a dramatic finale to what promises to be a thoroughly amazing day. I wrote about one of Joanne's gallery events in a <a href="http://animalcommunicationnews.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-evidence-for-animals-in-afterlife.html">previous post</a> that chronicled her uncanny accuracy to bring forth not only the friends and relatives of those present, but their deceased animal companions.<br />
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Whether you come as a skeptic or as a believer, you'll leave this event knowing that these afterlife connections are possible for you and the animals who have meant so much to you, no matter how many months or years it's been since you said good-bye.<br />
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More information about <b>The Conference on Animals in the Afterlife</b>, including the <a href="http://origin.library.constantcontact.com/download/get/file/1101545903988-393/Conference+Agenda.pdf">agenda</a> and registration forms, is available <a href="http://www.animalsintheafterlifeconference.com/">here</a>. <br />
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I hope you'll join us.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-44151472550323338032013-02-01T22:00:00.000-05:002013-02-02T08:47:41.199-05:00Flower Essence Gifts for Animals in Honor of Valentine's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's that time again!<br />
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For the fourth consecutive year, clients who request a telepathic consultation with me during the month of February will receive one of the 22 flower essences from the <b><a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/animalwellness.html">Green Hope Farm Animal Wellness Collection</a> </b>as my special gift.<br />
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I often recommend flower essences to help support animals who are exhibiting <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/separation.html">separation anxiety</a>, <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/jealousy.html">jealousy</a>, <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/neediness.html">neediness</a>, <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/spraying.html">inappropriate spraying</a>, <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/recovery.html">physical</a> or <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/abandonmentandabuse.html">emotional pain</a>, or who are suffering from conditions associated with <a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/Essences/AnimalWellness/seniorcitizen.html">the aging process</a>. The essences are a natural complement to my telepathic conversations with animals, acting as a form of "aftercare" to support behavioral adjustments.<br />
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I love the purity of Green Hope Farm's alcohol-free formulations because there is never any risk that they will interfere with medications or treatments that may have been prescribed by an animal's veterinarian.<br />
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I usually charge $90 for a consultation that includes a flower essence, but in February, all clients will receive an essence of their choice at no charge when they pay for a standard $75 session.<br />
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New and current clients can request a telepathic consultation for one or more of their animals by visiting the <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/">Animal Translations</a></b> website.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-17867053521077654442013-01-18T21:46:00.000-05:002013-01-18T21:46:27.442-05:00An Alternative Approach to Veterinary Care<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b><a href="http://landauvet.com/about-dr-landau">Dr. Kevin Landau</a></b> doesn't prescribe medications for his animal patients, nor does he vaccinate them. He doesn't X-ray them or inject them with steroids or painkillers, either. Yet this holistic veterinarian has achieved remarkable results in treating <a href="http://landauvet.com/comprehensive-cancer-care">cancer</a>, <a href="http://landauvet.com/featured/gastrointestinal-ulcers-in-horses">ulcers</a>, enigmatic lameness, lyme disease, <a href="http://landauvet.com/featured/acute-liver-failure-treated-successfully-combining-western-and-eastern-concepts">liver failure</a>, seizures, and a variety of ailments and diseases that often resist conventional medicine.<br />
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Armed with wispy thin acupuncture needles, a pharmacy of time-tested <a href="http://landauvet.com/herbal-medicine">Chinese herbs</a>, expertise in <a href="http://landauvet.com/chiropractic">chiropractic</a>, and knowledge of diagnostic techniques based on Traditional Chinese Medicine, Dr. Landau makes a big difference in the lives of his equine and small animal patients from a base in Pelham, MA, in the heart of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pioneer_Valley">Pioneer Valley</a>.<br />
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"When you're working with animals," Dr. Landau explained, during an informal seminar at the <a href="http://www.eetackshop.com/"><b>Equine Essentials</b> <b>Tack Shop</b></a> in Oxford, MA on January 17th, "it's important to walk in without a huge agenda. It's a give and take process between you and the animal." A member of the Board of Directors of the <b><a href="http://www.ahvma.org/">American Holistic Veterinary Medical Association</a></b>, Dr. Landau's approach is designed to complement, rather than compete with his patient's primary vet. "I'm trying to be part of the team," he said.<br />
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Rather than simply treat symptoms, Dr. Landau probes for the root cause of an animal's distress, using his holistic training to identify and interpret "patterns of point sensitivities"--those places in the body where the flow of beneficial "chi" may be blocked, creating dis-ease. Interestingly, an ouchy point in one area may reflect problems in another. Horses that have stifle pain, for example, often have an imbalance in the stomach meridian. And there is a point behind the withers--the "wither pocket"--that is very painful in horses who have ulcers. Dr. Landau uses herbs to "quiet the stomach fire" and by inserting acupuncture needles in the appropriate points on affected meridians, he can often clear the syndrome that is creating the pain. In addition to applying dry needles, he sometimes injects points with Vitamin B12 or even with an animal's own blood--a process that can stimulate an immune response.<br />
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Among the difficult medical cases for which Dr. Landau has created good outcomes are seizure disorders in dogs and horses. "I can't say that I achieve 100% success by using acupuncture and herbs for seizures, but I can say that I've been able to help my patients a lot," he said. He's used the same prescription--coupled with nutritional therapy--with horses who have lymphomas and small animals plagued by various forms of cancer. The tools of his trade--<a href="http://landauvet.com/acupuncture-in-the-right-hands">acupuncture</a>, chiropractic, <a href="http://landauvet.com/laser-therapy">laser</a>, and herbs--are designed to improve the circulation of blood and energy in an animal's body, while decreasing pain and inflammation. Like conventional veterinarians, Dr. Landau is out to maximize the health, comfort, and performance of his patients. But he goes about it a lot differently, always enhancing--and never impeding--an animal's natural ability to heal himself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-26854097367141072012012-12-02T19:18:00.001-05:002012-12-02T19:21:41.758-05:00The Evidence for Animals in the Afterlife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anyone looking for evidence that our beloved animals in spirit will be waiting for us at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Bridge_(pets)">"Rainbow Bridge"</a> when we die would have found it last night during Psychic Medium <b><a href="http://www.joannegerber.com/">Joanne Gerber</a></b>'s appearance at the Hampton Inn in Natick, MA. The three-hour <a href="http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Dont--Miss-Holidays-Past-in-Natick-Massachusetts-with-Certified-Medium-Joanne-Gerber.html?soid=1101364020344&aid=Pf51pwQfpbI">"Holidays Past"</a> event drew an appreciative crowd of about 100, each of whom (including me) had come in hopes of hearing a message from a departed loved one.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Though I was not one of the lucky people who received messages from people they knew, I was far from disappointed. Joanne Gerber is a well-respected Medium, with proficiency certifications from the <b><a href="http://www.windbridge.org/">Windbridge Institute</a></b> and from the beneficiary of the event, the <b><a href="http://www.foreverfamilyfoundation.org/">Forever Family Foundation</a></b>, which "furthers the understanding of afterlife science through research and education." Not only was Joanne generous, compassionate, and grounded, but she was also astonishingly accurate in providing verifiable details about the spirits who were using her energy to communicate with people in the room.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">What impressed me, in particular, were the dogs and cats who came through. There was a bulldog with a spiked collar, "Spike," who Joanne saw while describing the husband of one of the audience members; he had died 17 years ago. An elderly woman appeared with her cherished cat. An older man was there with his large, German Shepherd-like dog. Joanne knew nothing of these people or their pets until they had beckoned her from the spirit world. What she conveyed was that they and their animal partners had somehow found one another in an unearthly dimension and were still reveling in the joy of their mutual companionship, as if nothing whatsoever had changed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I was especially moved when Joanne asked if anyone had lost a young golden retriever named "Jack" or "Jake." A young woman raised her hand and said that yes, that might be her dog: her golden retriever, "Jykes" (or a similar-sounding name), had died not too long ago. This dog came through on his own, with no human spirit to accompany him. When Joanne explained that she heard the dog apologizing for having run away, the woman burst into tears. Joanne said she saw Jykyes being hit by an 18-wheeler truck. Sadly, that was exactly what had caused the poor dog's demise. But lest the dog's former caretaker melt into grief, Joanne was quick to soothe her, sharing a current vision of Jykes gallivanting happily in the afterlife, without a care in the world.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-23291493996354849862012-10-16T14:03:00.000-04:002012-10-16T14:03:56.813-04:00Equine Energy Healer Ginger Krantz to Speak at The Conference on Complementary Animal Healing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Ginger Krantz</b> of <b><a href="http://www.earthhorsehealing.com/">Earth
Horse Healing</a></b> will be one of the featured speakers at <b><a href="http://www.animalhealingconference.com/">The Conference on Complementary
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on November 11-12, 2012. The inaugural
two-day event is sponsored by <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/">Animal Translations</a></b>; dogs are
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In her New Jersey-based equine therapy practice, Ginger
Krantz uses gentle, non-invasive energy healing techniques to speed horses’
recovery from illness, disease, and surgery.
With 22 years of training and experience, Ginger is also able to ease
stress-related disorders and resolve behavioral problems by freeing blocked
energy within a horse’s body and enabling it to flow, opening the channels for
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Ms. Krantz’s presentation, to be delivered at the Conference
on Monday morning, November 12, is entitled, “Healing the Horse through the
Integration of Mind, Body, and Spirit.”</div>
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In addition to Ginger Krantz, The Conference on
Complementary Animal Healing will feature <b><a href="http://www.exclusiveequestrianservices.com/about.html">Denise
Bean-Raymond</a></b>, author of <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592534570/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1592534570&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">The
Illustrated Guide to Holistic Healing for Horses</a></i></b>; noted animal Reiki
educator <b><a href="http://www.animalreikisource.com/about-kathleen">Kathleen Prasad</a></b>,
co-author of <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569755280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1569755280&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">Animal
Reiki</a></i></b>; <b><a href="http://www.saveadog.org/shirleybio.asp">Shirley Moore</a></b>, founder of
<b><a href="http://www.saveadog.org/">Save
A Dog</a></b> Humane Society ; <b><a href="http://www.experience-essential-oils.com/the-conference-on-complementary-animal-healing.html">Nan
Martin</a></b>, an expert in the use of therapeutic essential oils with
animals; <b><a href="http://www.iahcbolton.com/about.htm">Dr. Randy Caviness</a></b> of the <b><a href="http://www.iahcbolton.com/altvet/Welcome.html">Integrative Animal Health
Center</a></b>; and <b><a href="http://sallymorganpt.com/about-me/">Sally Morgan</a></b>, a canine and
equine physical therapist..</div>
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Conference participants may register for one day ($159) or
both days ($298). For more information,
visit <a href="http://www.animalhealingconference.com/">AnimalHealingConference.com</a>.</div>
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Top animal Reiki educator <b><a href="http://www.animalreikisource.com/about-kathleen/bio">Kathleen P</a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569755280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1569755280&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">rasad</a></b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569755280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1569755280&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">, aut</a>hor of the recently published <i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1612430481/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1612430481&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">Reiki for Dogs</a></b></i> and co-author of <i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569755280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1569755280&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">Animal Reiki: Using Reiki to Heal the Animalsin Your Life</a></b></i>, will be a keynote speaker at <b><a href="http://www.animalhealingconference.com/">The Conference on ComplementaryAnimal Healing</a></b>, to be held at The Holiday Inn in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Boxborough</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Massachusetts</st1:state></st1:place>
on November 11-12, 2012. The inaugural
event is sponsored by <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/">AnimalTranslations</a></b>.</div>
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A resident of <st1:city w:st="on">San Rafael</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">CA</st1:state>, Ms. Prasad regularly teaches animal reiki classes at
the nearby <b><a href="http://brighthaven.org/about/">BrightHaven Healing Arts Center for Animals</a></b>, a
nonprofit, holistic animal retreat. Her
work has been featured in a variety of national publications, including <i>Animal Wellness</i>, <i>Dog Fancy</i>, <i>Dogs Naturally</i>,
<i>Equine Wellness</i>, <i>Natural Horse Talk</i>, <i>The
Journal of the American Holistic Veterinary Association</i>, and <i>The Whole Dog Journal</i>.</div>
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On Sunday, November 11, Kathleen will open the Conference
with a presentation entitled, “Honoring the Wisdom of Dogs and Cats,” and later
that day, she will lead a healing meditation on “Practicing Peace with Your
Animals.” Kathleen will open the
proceedings again on Monday, November 12, when she’ll discuss how Reiki can
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Kathleen will participate in a free “sneak preview” call to discuss her upcoming Conference appearance on Tuesday,
October 16 at 8:00pm (EDT). Anyone can
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In addition to Kathleen Prasad, The Conference on
Complementary Animal Healing will also feature <a href="http://www.exclusiveequestrianservices.com/about.html" style="font-weight: bold;">Denise Bean-Raymond</a>, author of <i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592534570/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1592534570&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">The Illustrated Guide to Holistic Care for Horses</a></b></i>; <b><a href="http://www.saveadog.org/shirleybio.asp">Shirley Moore</a></b>, founder of <a href="http://www.saveadog.org/" style="font-weight: bold;">Save A Dog</a> and co-author of <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0983443017/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0983443017&linkCode=as2&tag=yourcountryhome">A Healer in Every Home: Dog and Cat Edition</a></i></b>; <b><a href="http://www.experience-essential-oils.com/the-conference-on-complementary-animal-healing.html">NanMartin</a></b>, an expert in the use of essential oils with animals; <b><a href="http://earthhorsehealing.com/about/">Ginger Krantz</a></b>, an
energy healer who works with horses; <b><a href="http://www.iahcbolton.com/about.htm">Dr. Randy Caviness</a></b> of the <b><a href="http://www.iahcbolton.com/altvet/Welcome.html">IntegrativeAnimal Health Center</a></b>; and <b><a href="http://sallymorganpt.com/about-me/">Sally Morgan</a></b>, a canine and equine physical therapist.</div>
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Conference participants may register for one day ($159) or
both days ($298). For more information,
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Not long thereafter, <a href="http://animalcommunicationnews.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-happy-day-at-910am-on-this-cool.html">she arrived at a beautiful farm in Harvard</a> on a crisp October day in 2006, and immediately acted like she owned the place. For five blissful years, she romped through green pastures with her best buddy, Bey: the two old horses seemed much younger than their years, relishing one another's company and thriving in a drafty old barn that offered all the fresh air they needed. Hayley galloped and squealed and even jumped into the air. She didn't look anything like the broken horse I'd first met at <b><a href="http://www.baystateequinerescue.com/">Bay State Equine Rescue</a> (BSER)</b>, and it was a joy to see her loving her life, maybe for the first time.<br />
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Before BSER's Susan Sheridan saved her from the clutches of kill buyers at an auction, Hayley had been hard used, in service as a Premarin mare. She didn't have a name then, but was known only by her brand, #188. It was probably her many years of inhumane confinement that decimated Hayley's lungs, and caused her breathing to be compromised for the rest of her days.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP_eY6UYQE8JLIATNkP4A8c9p8pIcKqkuXVRO9ZNF-xmtdSlOLNAe-Qjbng9RueJJKw7wuaegAS4mN1q3j8DjOolQNdvrIBkcWjFkvxwjo-B4nXaWV5yzsLY59PssNGZ3renTAw/s1600/Hayley2July310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP_eY6UYQE8JLIATNkP4A8c9p8pIcKqkuXVRO9ZNF-xmtdSlOLNAe-Qjbng9RueJJKw7wuaegAS4mN1q3j8DjOolQNdvrIBkcWjFkvxwjo-B4nXaWV5yzsLY59PssNGZ3renTAw/s320/Hayley2July310.jpg" width="320" /></a>She suffered another blow last November, when laminitis claimed Bey. I felt <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=33051068#editor/target=post;postID=2297120658009851488">the depth of Hayley's sadness</a> when I found her at dusk one rainy evening, a few days after Bey died, standing alone in the middle of the paddock where he lay, her head down as low as it could go, as if nothing mattered anymore.<br />
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Though we never found another companion for Hayley, she seemed to adjust to spending her days alone, but a certain joie de vivre seemed to have left her when Bey did. Then came the torrid summer and its relentless humidity, and so did the onslaught of Hayley's breathing problems. I had hoped that cool mornings would bring some welcome relief, but this year, the early fall breezes seemed powerless to loosen the grip of the long years of damage.<br />
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She had to be. Hayley was a mare who taught me how to trust, and how it felt to be trusted. Who taught me how to love, expecting nothing in return, but getting so much more than I can ever measure. Our quiet times together were a source of solace in times of stress. She was always there, nickering a happy hello.<br />
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But last night, that voice was silenced forever, though it echoes still in my heart. Hayley went into serious respiratory distress, and by nightfall, she was in the throes of a colic that wouldn't quit, in spite of everything we did to quell it. This time, there was no reprieve. No choice but to say a gentle good-bye. A little part of me died, too, when she took her last breath.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-35894355584170953342012-05-15T15:43:00.000-04:002012-05-15T15:43:28.547-04:00A sad, sad good-bye to my beautiful Tish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I fell in love with <b>Tish</b> from the moment I first saw her, almost 14 years ago to this day. She was a happy three-month-old Springer puppy: the only one of her litter who was still available from her breeder, <b>Sue Sutton</b> of Woodlander Kennels in Maine. I wasn't sure why Sue hadn't already sold her, but when I saw her, I knew: Tish was supposed to come home with me.<br />
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And from that day to this, Tish rarely left my side. She was a shy girl who didn't mix well with crowds of people. In that way, I guess, we were a perfect fit.<br />
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On the day I met Tish, Sue mentioned that from the time she'd ventured outdoors, Tish loved to meander through the garden, biting off the blooms of all the flowers she could find. I laughed off this quirky behavior, until Tish did it in my garden, too. It didn't matter, though, because there was little mischief Tish could do that wouldn't earn my instant forgiveness. And when I made mistakes, Tish was quick to forgive me, too.<br />
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When I brought Tish home on a beautiful May afternoon in 1998, life seemed so full of hope, of promise. Tish's exuberance made it easy to believe that our best days were yet to come. She became the youngest child in a family full of dogs, fitting in beautifully with older Golden Retriever sisters, <b>Ashley</b> and <b>Lady</b>. And as the self-appointed ambassador of her breed, she welcomed the other homeless Springers who I brought into the fold: <b>Trudy</b>, <b>Randy</b>, and <b>Liam</b>. They've all passed into spirit, and now, so has Tish.<br />
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For the last several months, I tried to ignore the signs that Tish was not only slowing down, but her body was giving up. Her eyes became foggy and her ears seemed full of cotton, but I told her each day, as I hugged and caressed and kissed her, "I will keep you safe and take care of you, no matter what comes." But a series of chronic infections seemed to knock her out with each succeeding recurrence, and by early spring, it was clear that even with treatment, they were taking their toll.<br />
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Still, as long as I had Tish, I had hope. In the last few weeks, that hope had begun to wane, though I couldn't bring myself to admit it. There were so many little signs. Once a voracious eater who barked for her food dish each night, Tish halfheartedly picked at her meal. Once eager to dash through our boundless backyard, Tish now tiptoed tentatively, nervous lest she lose sight of me. Though she'd always napped next to me while I worked at the computer, she now stayed upstairs, fearful of falling down. She often seemed vaguely uncomfortable, though it was difficult to pinpoint exactly why.<br />
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But Tish soldiered on. And perhaps it was I who was blind, not fully recognizing what I did not want to see: that Tish was slowly, inexorably, dying in front of my eyes. And that's why it was such a shock when, at 2:30 this morning, I was awakened by her cries. She'd somehow fallen down the stairs and landed in the sun room, and as I rushed to her side, I saw that she was disoriented and uncoordinated, unable to stand. I scooped her up in my arms, and brought her back upstairs, imagining for a moment that I would bring her to the vet's office the minute they opened, so they could patch up whatever had gone wrong. <br />
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Within minutes, though, it became clear that Tish was already in the process of leaving her beautiful black and white body, and all I could do was to hold her and stroke her and tell her how much I loved her, knowing that her ears could not hear me but hoping that her heart did. And then, even as I was trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening, she was gone.<br />
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All of us who love dogs are wont to say that we hope our canine companions will "die in their sleep" so that we won't have to make the dreadful decision to help them pass out of their bodies. Just yesterday, I had found myself thinking that to do that to Tish would feel like killing her. I knew I would never be able to do it. I have to wonder if she heard me, and decided to spare me the anguish by making her passage quickly and without warning. What I know now is that it doesn't matter whether the death of a beloved dog comes at home or in the doctor's office: it is still excruciating for the people left behind.<br />
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But not for Tish, who controlled her own destiny, right to the end, choosing to make her exit the same way she lived her life: privately, bravely, and with me by her side. Yet through my tears, I keep asking myself what more I could have done, should have done, to forestall this day. I never wanted it to come.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-51090451423993133642012-03-07T15:55:00.000-05:002012-03-07T15:55:29.109-05:00Using Telepathy with Horses<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>If you're in Massachusetts, I hope you'll stop by for my free lecture on using telepathy with horses at the <b><a href="http://www.eetackshop.com/">Equine Essentials Tack Shop</a></b> in Oxford, MA on March 22nd.<div><br />
</div><div>Horses have a much deeper awareness of our intentions and our thoughts than most of us can imagine. By learning how to see the world through your horse's telepathic eyes, and by being open to the possibility that your horse can transmit very real silent messages that transcend his body language, you'll uncover a new dimension in your relationship with him, one that at times can seem even magical.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm speaking at Equine Essentials as part of their winter "Fourth Thursday" lecture series, which has also featured <b>Dr. Anna Crane</b> of <b>New England Animal Chiropractic</b>, <b>Karen Withstandley</b> of <b><a href="http://www.therefinedequine.com/">The Refined Equine</a></b>, <b>Cheryl Anderson</b> of <b><a href="http://www.abchoofcare.com/">ABC Hoofcare</a></b>, and <b>Sarah Charest</b> of <b><a href="http://steppingstonefarm.info/">Stepping Stone Farm Psychotherapy</a></b>.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In addition to talking about my telepathic work with horses, I'll describe my ongoing "Barn Visits" program, whereby I do onsite consultations at local stables throughout most of Massachusetts. Everyone who attends will have an opportunity to win a complimentary remote consultation for one of their animals. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The free talk will begin at 6:30pm on Thursday, March 22nd at Equine Essentials Tack Shop, 2 Fairlawn Ave., Oxford, MA. Light refreshments will be served. You can RSVP by calling 508-731-0071. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-69863844752982083972012-02-10T20:12:00.000-05:002012-02-10T20:12:20.679-05:00Flower Essences: My February Gifts to You and Your Animals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuqwrE8HWKUZbLbJkhc2u1VyqoewhfxzbF7DLHMRy2WdoQxfzLMZg1T2JHGq4xKcdBdikuOV9YSF0QF7BmY-FXahFJEZ7MEYeW-FVFLMZWNKDhguoDmo3QDgwTXj5PmIzj3Cf5A/s1600/JackRusselwithrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuqwrE8HWKUZbLbJkhc2u1VyqoewhfxzbF7DLHMRy2WdoQxfzLMZg1T2JHGq4xKcdBdikuOV9YSF0QF7BmY-FXahFJEZ7MEYeW-FVFLMZWNKDhguoDmo3QDgwTXj5PmIzj3Cf5A/s320/JackRusselwithrose.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In honor of Valentine's Day, I'm offering the gift of a complimentary flower essence from the <b><a href="http://www.greenhopeessences.com/animalwellness.html">Green Hope Farm Animal Wellness Collection</a></b> to everyone who schedules a consultation with me this month.<br />
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I often recommend flower essences to support my clients after a telepathic consultation, and have received lots of positive feedback about their efficacy. The 22 essences from Green Hope's Animal Wellness collection are gently supportive and alcohol-free, making them ideal for horses, dogs, cats, and other animals. They are formulated to help ease problems such as separation anxiety, skin irritations, jealousy, emotional outbursts, and inappropriate spraying. Other blends assist in the recovery from surgery or serious illness and in easing past trauma or abuse.<br />
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Through the end of February, I'll send the essence of a client's choice with each standard telepathic consultation. If you'd like to take advantage of the offer, just request a session through the <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations.htm">Animal Translations website</a></b>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-44953006535704831412012-01-02T15:54:00.002-05:002012-01-02T15:55:39.134-05:00A special offer for horses in spirit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25R_SxyESpHJzLGaVKPRB8qXDAKNxMGdp0-BGCKgTobxrww2b_tD9WZ3wF7JQ3rg3r3X0sORVVNesc4g-aIOageuZq-PBVNV7uZDSPHsM5ZGCly7fNOG97aysnLCEDoJA2pOvgQ/s1600/Horseonbeachwithsuninbackground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25R_SxyESpHJzLGaVKPRB8qXDAKNxMGdp0-BGCKgTobxrww2b_tD9WZ3wF7JQ3rg3r3X0sORVVNesc4g-aIOageuZq-PBVNV7uZDSPHsM5ZGCly7fNOG97aysnLCEDoJA2pOvgQ/s320/Horseonbeachwithsuninbackground.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I realized I wouldn't be able to see <b><i><a href="http://www.warhorsemovie.com/">War Horse</a></i></b> when I could barely watch the <a href="http://youtu.be/B7lf9HgFAwQ">trailer</a> without choking up. <br />
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While I know that no horses were harmed during the actual shooting of the film, I also know that millions of horses who heroically risked their lives in wartime service to their countries, lost them. Steven Spielberg has got me thinking about<i> them</i>, not just the horse of the story, who somehow made it back home alive.<br />
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It's with that in mind that I'm offering a special rate ($60) for <a href="http://www.prlog.org/11761901-maureen-harmonay-of-animal-translations-offers-special-rates-for-horses-in-spirit.html">consultations with horses in spirit</a> this month, through the end of January. <br />
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As I start my sixth year as a professional animal communicator, I am increasingly awed by the richness of the stories shared by animals with whom I've connected, and especially by those who have left their bodies for life in a new dimension that we don't fully understand. In virtually every case, the now-departed animals have provided verifiable information derived from their daily experiences with their human companions, and have brought a drop of comfort to the people who desperately miss them on this side of the veil.<br />
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If you're interested in a session for your horse in spirit, you can request a session at the <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations.htm">Animal Translations website</a></b>. If you want to pay by PayPal, just use the $60 followup rate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-20829000850370871772011-12-04T10:55:00.000-05:002011-12-04T10:55:34.953-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4FuKq368SkxghTBaMCq3D39N2tkRHO7_tV6j11wwXe4kAsrR_ldgMIzuiSs9aGGNRpg3y-THq_B0293rODjKtFiHyNeY3_L6umi63NWf4CJivvNNYHh0zD4sgFCrBoor6sL20g/s1600/German+Shorthaired+Pointer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4FuKq368SkxghTBaMCq3D39N2tkRHO7_tV6j11wwXe4kAsrR_ldgMIzuiSs9aGGNRpg3y-THq_B0293rODjKtFiHyNeY3_L6umi63NWf4CJivvNNYHh0zD4sgFCrBoor6sL20g/s320/German+Shorthaired+Pointer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e6e6e6; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px;">Through the end of this year, I'm offering a 20% discount on telepathic consultations with all animals whose breed begins with the letter "G."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The reduced rates this month apply to <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/german_shepherd_dog/">German Shepherds</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/german_shorthaired_pointer/">German Shorthaired Pointers</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/giant_schnauzer/">Giant Schnauzers</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/golden_retriever/">Golden Retrievers</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/gordon_setter/">Gordon Setters</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/great_dane/">Great Danes</a></b>, <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/great_pyrenees/">Great Pyrenees</a>,</b> <b><a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/greyhound/">Greyhounds</a></b>, <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gypsy_Vanner_horse">Gypsy Vanners</a></b>, and to all other breeds of dogs, cats, horses, or other animals whose breed begins with the seventh letter of the alphabet.</span></span><br />
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I'll continue the "ABCs of Animal Communication" promotion next year, when it will resume with the letter "H."<br />
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The standard fee for an animal communication consultation is $75. Clients whose animals qualify for the reduced rate this month can purchase a session for $60 by visiting the <b><a href="http://www.animaltranslations.com/consultations.htm" style="color: #800040;">Animal Translations website</a></b>.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-40912406109328222952011-11-18T21:16:00.001-05:002011-12-02T18:47:57.317-05:00Emilie's Spirit Messages<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QAYbJZWFy0si1TZZohOYbdujZJ50p2-qgTxyeLOz6JIKd_EmY46rGdGepZtB3q3jRrrKCRA0fhy1-nSj49iUTPpWDN0mEo_WoWqfQSDvQPP_6CH4VdUktQr2ZLMWINCPb-xbgA/s1600/Emiliecropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QAYbJZWFy0si1TZZohOYbdujZJ50p2-qgTxyeLOz6JIKd_EmY46rGdGepZtB3q3jRrrKCRA0fhy1-nSj49iUTPpWDN0mEo_WoWqfQSDvQPP_6CH4VdUktQr2ZLMWINCPb-xbgA/s320/Emiliecropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A large measure of the anguish we inevitably feel when cherished animal companions die is the knowing that we will never see them again. We can no longer caress them, walk with them, talk to them. The sense of having a door irrevocably shut stings; there seems to be no way to open it again or to recover a semblance of the relationship that brought so much pleasure for so many years. Only the pain is left in its wake.<br />
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But it does not have to be that way, as I've discovered through many "conversations" with animals in spirit, even years after they've abandoned their physical bodies. And the vibrancy with which our animals live on was brought home again in a dramatic way, during a recent session with a beautiful springer spaniel, <b>Emilie</b>, the soulmate of a woman named <b>Mollie</b>.<br />
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All I knew about Emilie was that she had died. I didn't know how or when. Mollie wanted the consultation simply to see if Emilie was okay, and whether there were details of their life together that she would be able to share.<br />
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As soon as I tuned into her, Emilie came into focus as sharply as any living dog. She gave the impression that there had been some congestion in her chest, and also mentioned problems with one of her eyes. Mollie confirmed that the condition that had led to Emilie's death was a large tumor on her chest; she had also suffered from eye infections throughout her life.<br />
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Later in our session, Emilie revealed that her role in Mollie's life was as a surrogate child: she hinted that Mollie had either miscarried, or that she couldn't have children. That information seemed so personal that I wasn't sure how to relay it to Mollie, so I simply wrote, "She considered herself to be your baby, and there was a feeling that she was almost a surrogate child."<br />
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When she read that, Mollie gasped. In fact, Mollie had indeed suffered a series of miscarriages, and had never had children. She very much viewed her relationship with Emilie in precisely the way that Emilie had suggested, and I got chills when Mollie finally told me that Emilie had died nine years ago. "I'm just flabbergasted," she admitted. "Your session with Emilie brought back a lot of emotions."<br />
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What it taught me, yet again, is that the profound connection we forge with our animals is never broken, only changed. They are still there for us, and though we do not fully understand how this can happen, it does not alter the fact that the ties between us remain real.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33051068.post-22971206580098514882011-11-15T21:32:00.002-05:002012-09-16T16:53:19.986-04:00How Horses Mourn<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b>Bay Bey</b>'s stall is still untouched, with clean bedding and wisps of hay scattered here and there. Nothing about it belies the dreadful fact that when he tiptoed out the door yesterday afternoon, it was for the last time. Like so many fallen horses--both famous and nondescript--Bey lost his life to the ravages of <a href="http://www.vet.upenn.edu/Research/BasicandClinicalResearch/SpeciesBasedResearch/LaminitisInstitute/tabid/882/Default.aspx">laminitis</a>: his elderly but still proud presence had withered in its wake.<br />
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The only kind thing was to let him go, and that is what Gwen regretfully did, loving her friend of 29 years more than fearing the grief that would engulf her as his spirit left him.</div>
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<b>Hayley</b> watched behind locked doors as Bey was led away, but she protested and paced and called to him, without understanding the awful truth of what was to come. She would never again be able to run her lips lovingly over his withers, or play-race him uphill for supper at the end of a late summer's day. For more than five years now, they've been constant, faithful companions, rarely leaving each other's side and luxuriating in their peaceful friendship as one by one, the seasons passed.</div>
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By the time Hayley was released from her prison, Bey had been laid to rest in a deep grave in the corner of a grassy paddock, gently placed next to Gwen's old Arab mare, Gracie, who had died only a few months after Hayley's arrival at the tranquil Harvard farmstead. All Hayley knew now was that Bey was missing, and she galloped wildly through every inch of the three fenced pastures, tossing her head and shrieking with fear and disbelief that she could not find him.</div>
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An observer saw Hayley persist in her desperate search for quite a while before she abruptly stopped at the spot where several feet of fresh dark dirt covered Bey's body. Hayley smelled the air and she sniffed the ground, and she even stood right on top of the neatly smoothed-over patch, as if Bey were but hiding behind an earthen door and could reappear at her beckoning. </div>
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I arrived as darkness encompassed the barn and sensed that Hayley seemed distracted, but not yet fully resigned to the finality of having been left behind, and alone. She still seemed to have hope.</div>
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By today, something had shifted. Hayley's thick winter coat was drenched with sweat even as dusk's coolness came, and though she seemed more composed, I knew that she must have spent the day running her heart out. There was something about her tonight that brought all of the sadness of losing Bey back again, with full force. Her whole self seemed deflated of the joy of anticipation, and for many long minutes she did nothing but yawn and yawn and yawn, as if a terrible tiredness had settled in.</div>
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I wanted so much to protect Hayley, but not by pretending that her search would be fulfilled. With that thought in mind, I slowly opened the door to Bey's stall, and watched as Hayley strolled in, repeating a pattern I'd witnessed hundreds or thousands of times. We had so often found them huddled together in a place meant for one, preferring crowded camaraderie to the relative spaciousness of an unshared stall.</div>
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This time, Hayley strode in carefully, and silently snorted through every inch of the now vacant stall, poking under leftover hay strands with perked ears. But suddenly and in slow motion, she seemed to understand what I was trying to show her, and she ambled out of Bey's space with her head hanging down just as low as it would go. </div>
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Alone now in her own stall, Hayley sighed deeply, then nickered for dinner. She seems to know that her life will go on, but it will never be the same, for any of us. </div>
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