"I always felt that I had a strong connection with the earth, animals and nature. At first I thought everyone else did also.

As I grew older, I found it to be very confusing that others didn't feel the same way. Eventually, I let go of my connection to the earth in an attempt to connect with the humans around me.

Time passed but I always felt that something was missing.

In 2002, I started to read books about talking to animals. I went on to study with Penelope Smith and Dawn Hayman. With the help of many human and animal teachers, I feel connected once more."

My Mission Statement

This work is a result of a genuine heartfelt desire to make a difference in the world. My objective is to assist others in remembering the connection, their connection with earth and all that is.

May you be completely grounded, completely present and may you be a clear, flowing channel so that you may be able to assist all concerned in keeping with your and their highest good.

Defining Moments

We all have those times in our lives that we consider to be Defining Moments. Below I would like to share some of the defining moments in my life that are related to interspecies communication.

I have always felt closer with animals than people. In fact, I have always communicated with animals. I just didn’t always know it. One weekend in 2002, I was reading a book on Animal Communication. I decided to try the “test”. Three of my cats were sitting near me. I looked at each of them and sent the message, “If you understand what I am saying, jump up on my lap now.” Abacrombie jumped up immediately. Chelsea looked at me, looked at Abacrombie and then jumped up. Vanna looked at me, looked at them and walked the other way. After that, I was convinced. I continued to read books, take classes and practice.

I have been an animal shelter volunteer since 1995. The first place I went to practice was the Grateful Paw Cat Shelter. One of my favorite experiences there was when I was on the medical team. One of the first things we do upon intake is name the cat. I would always ask the cat what name it wanted. Some were very insistent and others were indifferent. When the other volunteers would ask how I came up with the name, I would tell them that the cat told me. The vet would roll his eyes and tell me that cats don’t talk.

Anyway this one orange cat wanted the name Blue Bell. I told her that no way could I convince the medical director to let me use that name. I asked if she would go by Julia and she agreed. A few weeks later, the woman who adopted her came in for a check up. She said she loved the name Julia and wanted to know how she got it. I relayed the story. Again, the vet rolled his eyes. She was thrilled and did not invalidate the communication.

One of my jobs at the animal shelter is to foster kittens at home until they are old enough to go to the shelter. I usually have a mother cat and newborns. In August 2003, I went to the shelter to pick up my new group. I named the mother Violet but hadn’t named the kittens yet. I was scheduled to take the Basic Course with Penelope Smith in September and had been practicing communication with Abacrombie up until he died that spring. In the car on the way home, I was explaining to Violet that I was practicing and asked if she would be willing to cooperate with me. Before I even went through the explanation or any of my doubts, she sent an image of a box. I asked for clarification. She said that at my house she wants a box to put the kittens in. Then she told me that she wanted to be called Amy. I explained that her shelter name had to begin with a V but I would be happy to call her Violet Amy. When we got home, I set up a box lined with blankets inside the cage. She immediately put her kittens in there, curled up next to them and nursed contently. I told her that I appreciated her message and to keep them coming.
She kept them coming. We still live together. She’s the only foster cat (of over 70) that I have ever kept. She has helped me greatly in developing my communication skills. I never thought I could be this close to another cat after Abacrombie. In 2005, she expressed interest in assisting at my workshops.

Someone gave me a lemon tree that likes to be called Lemon Zinger. I keep it at my desk at work. Lemon Zinger is safe from Amy there. In April, I was scheduled to present a workshop on Animal Communication at Venture Inward. A few days prior I was making some notes on some points I might speak about when Lemon Zinger said it wanted to come to the class. In shock, I asked why. It said it had some things to say. I let it know that this would involve several hours in the car. It agreed. When I got to Venture Inward, I had to explain to Marge that the plant had something to say. She was concerned because she had already promoted the class as an Animal Communication class. I assured her that I would pull it together as Interspecies Communication.

Once the class started I explained to the participants why Lemon Zinger was in the center of the circle. I did a brief introduction to Interspecies Communication and then I gave the class the assignment of going to talk to trees. I had pre arranged this with the trees around the building. Anyone who wanted to stay inside to speak with Lemon Zinger could do that too. This exercise yielded such profound results. None of the participants had ever had a conversation with a tree until then. Almost everyone got a message. An experienced psychic who was there that evening, received such a touching and supportive message that he cried as he shared with the group.

In my neighborhood there are a lot of large oak trees that were here before the houses were built. Because the houses are so close together, there is some concern that these large trees are going to fall on to the houses. In 2006, we had a rainy summer with gusty winds. I have had many branches come down. In June one hit the roof and bent a shingle. There was no serious damage. I decided to have a conversation with my trees about this. I told them not to drop any branches. The reply was that that was not possible. Sometimes trees have to drop branches and there is no way to stop it. It’s a natural process in the life of the tree. Then I asked if they would be willing to drop the branches in certain parts of the yard where no harm would come to people or houses. They agreed. During the next windy rainstorm, I showed them these places again. At the end of the storm, there was a big branch in the grassy section of the yard.

The next storm came one night after I had fallen asleep. I woke up to howling winds, thunder and hard rain. I surrounded the house with the white light of the Holy Spirit and asked the trees to only drop branches where it would do no harm to people or property. About an hour later I woke up and looked out the window. There was a limb in my yard so big that it spanned from the back fence to just a few feet from the house. It was a V shape. One side was about 20 feet long and the other was about 12 feet. The circumference around the widest section was 36 inches. The tree had broken at its weak spot (a hollow where a raccoon had lived that spring) and fallen into my newly planted butterfly garden. The only sacrifice was a birdbath. I spent a lot of time giving thanks for the placement of the limb. In the morning I inspected more carefully. Where the limb had fallen had defied the laws of physics. Watching and listening to the birds and squirrels in their natural habitat which was now much closer to my house was the best part.