tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890243621689055642024-02-19T09:52:09.757-05:00In Harmony with All of LifeThoughts of Animal Communicator, Danielle TremblayDanielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-72412994782614110012011-05-02T19:17:00.003-04:002011-05-02T19:35:36.087-04:00Franklin Turtle on Earth Changes, Storms and Eathquakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZDotSBfzGZPR7jPXwVSl2txSu4TxxuaNIBNV1ts3mdW_oICZhHZV1Z91XWcpfOSRLI1n7Yw-8bBCHi25d7f35JyOBcCaxFLkTDeLYo4mey4o5KaAVEjSySmQarmyA5Q3265Ca1Dg9WM/s1600/website+possible+photos+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZDotSBfzGZPR7jPXwVSl2txSu4TxxuaNIBNV1ts3mdW_oICZhHZV1Z91XWcpfOSRLI1n7Yw-8bBCHi25d7f35JyOBcCaxFLkTDeLYo4mey4o5KaAVEjSySmQarmyA5Q3265Ca1Dg9WM/s320/website+possible+photos+024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Franklin Turtle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As received from Franklin on 4/28/11:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"It's time. The earth is awakening. It's like the shedding of a skin. She's evoling as all beings evolve.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Some may see it as a scary time, but the animals know it's not. It was preordained and many of us know this, even while being in our physical bodies.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Storms are like a filtering system, if you will. They are a massive burst of energy that becomes balanced out after the storm. It's like the earth is doing "mini healings" on herself over and over again. She needs to take off her old robe to don the new one. Storms help shift things around for the earth.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The earth IS cognizant of her creatures. Many more are cognizant of her. She's not out to destroy, but evolve and renew. And through her, life can evolve too.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>She, the earth, is a big unit of energy that has a ripple effect on all other beings. So every rebalancing act she does is actually a shift in the right direction for all earth species.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Fear happens when one feels in isolation or separate from the whole. When you fear the earth, you misunderstand her notions.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>To come in union with the earth, the be in harmony with her, sit with her. Hum with her life force. Do this through meditating. Speak with her essence and she'll relay she means no harm. She's just evolving in her own way." </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-46273985213943822952011-03-16T14:56:00.000-04:002011-03-16T14:56:32.263-04:00On Receiving images, words, etc. from Animals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_oqg3Qx1qQKZafpTG7rOxFwbpVhOa-w-zohjcn37xf0ee-RYTzY7kW9nMsztbPQbMRAlBAbTeNXsHhBLXdbCmBe_D8WsEyDKm7R7QpwU3G2oIB_ie19kKuHAyvGpB9nyS_IeSIj9c5c/s1600/Franklin+Swimming.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_oqg3Qx1qQKZafpTG7rOxFwbpVhOa-w-zohjcn37xf0ee-RYTzY7kW9nMsztbPQbMRAlBAbTeNXsHhBLXdbCmBe_D8WsEyDKm7R7QpwU3G2oIB_ie19kKuHAyvGpB9nyS_IeSIj9c5c/s320/Franklin+Swimming.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Following a Basic Animal Communication Workshop recently, a student asked the following:</span> </span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">Hi Danielle -</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"> </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">I was also wondering, can you ask an animal to communicate in a particular way or do you just accept however way you receive their answers? For instance, I find it much easier when I get images sent to me versus "hearing a voice" as I definitely know that the images aren't mine - of course how I interpret them may still be an issue as I'm finding out, LOL! But with seeing words or hearing a voice is when I start to wonder if it's only my mind interfering...</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;">In response, I called in an expert to reply, my turtle companion, Franklin:</span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; line-height: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-indent: 0px !important;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">Franklin Turtle: </span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">"The energy decides how it will be interpreted. When we animals think a thought, a whole stream of info. goes with it (if we allow it) such as emotions, fears, thoughts of what could be. It's a complex thought if you will, with depth. You may hear it as one word. Or one image. But we send more than that. We send the entire complex thought, WITH the feelings attached. Your minds get in the way sometimes but your hearts don't. Your hearts "read" the energy. So in a sense, you're receiving of images is your heart reading the energy I send out. You pick up what you can. For some it's an image or a word. As you become more learn ed, you get more with it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">It would not help to ask an animal to send just in images. They [animals] would think that a foolish request. You (your heart) will interpret as your heart sees fit. Do you see? It's not about the sender. It's about the receiver. You will receive it as best suits you. </span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">And your system is multidimensional, so it can pick up subtle "layers" of our messages. Hence why some humans get more than others on a certain issue. The more layers you can read (and it takes practice) the [more] in-depth you get to learn about the real reply we sent you. Do you see?</span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: normal;">Picking one way of receiving info. is folly. You want to practice extending your reception to various layers. So let the words come to you. Let the images. Let it flow as it does, unencumbered by you. If you try to control it, you miss out on much and it gives your mind a leg-hole in and we want to keep your mind out. Your mind likes the control. Your heart just accepts." </span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: normal;">He ends. </span><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: normal;"> </span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;">:) My own human thoughts would be: </span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;">P.S. Truly, there is nothing we need to do other than practice. Our bodies are designed for this work already (or systems/hearts as Franklin calls it). But each time we practice, we experiment with feeling what the incoming energy feels like and our intuition does the translating. And sometimes that translation IS in image form, or word form, or feeling/emotion, smell, taste. And sometimes we can sense the "layers" (I like that word Franklin!!) of the reply, thus getting the more complete reply vs. a one word response. </span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;"><br style="line-height: 20px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: normal;">As we practice sensing this energy again and again and again, we become more adept at fine tuning our systems to more quickly, easily and accurately receive. It's just about practice and being willing to put the effort forth to work with this language. It's like Japanese, you don't learn it in one sitting, but certainly can learn words (receive genuine info.) in each additional lesson. After a time I've fond their is a snowball effect and suddenly it gets easier. </span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: 20px;"> </span></div><div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 20px;"><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="color: #002060; line-height: 20px;"> Danielle </span></div></span></span></div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-44663623357620064582011-01-28T21:05:00.010-05:002011-01-29T13:13:39.006-05:00Tarantulas and their Energy Work On Our Planet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qp0oGl24E3RHQjhybb7KxP9xOI-fe2jRrir5fX7HX1iInjB2VOdBTMtE6z2gUjENUs1bUA89-1ms-OByGhC7HOY8wy4d7-8KSDhQIyEjEm3muRnyvs8kZOfnVKu7sbvFUxEUspSqVOo/s1600/Bird+Eating+Spider%2528Brenda%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qp0oGl24E3RHQjhybb7KxP9xOI-fe2jRrir5fX7HX1iInjB2VOdBTMtE6z2gUjENUs1bUA89-1ms-OByGhC7HOY8wy4d7-8KSDhQIyEjEm3muRnyvs8kZOfnVKu7sbvFUxEUspSqVOo/s400/Bird+Eating+Spider%2528Brenda%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <br />
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This morning while meditating I decided to explore what it's like to be a spider. Particularly of the goliath bird-eating variety as pictured above.<br />
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To back up, some of the most incredible experiences I've had personally while doing animal communication work is in spending time experiencing what it's like BEING another animal as is often a common skill in addition to just listening to the thoughts and feelings of animals.<br />
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While I most often energetically unite temporarily during animal communication sessions with my clients' animal family in order to better understand and feel their perspective firsthand so I can best relay it, now and then I enjoy exploring the body types of other beings sharing our planet.<br />
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This morning in meditation I decided to invite in a representative of the spider family and although I could feel a few varieties coming forth offering themselves to take me on a journey with them, I ended up selecting the goliath tarantula.<br />
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Now, I chose the spider species this morning in part because I value self-growth for myself and although I wish it were not so, many spider varieties cause my body to react fearfully. Deep breathing helps me stay centered and lift myself away from the fear more successfully when I'm in their presence, however I'd still like to totally let the fear dissolve, so what better way than to become them?<br />
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On a side note of interest...Penelope Smith, animal communicator, mentioned this past summer she'd come across an article once that stated that it was the DNA in human wiring within us that often goes on alert with certain species such as bats, spiders, snakes and rats. (I found that fascinating and actually adore rats, don't mind snakes and have held a live bat before with respect and fascination but yep... my central nervous system reacts to the 8 legged guys.)<br />
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Anyway, my meditation brought my way a living tarantula from the moist amazon as my guide to let me walk in his shoes (err... legs), see through his eyes (he has near-sighted color vision spread out in a panoramic view) and experience life in general. While merging with him, as him, I perceived...<br />
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His fine hairs amazingly sense the weather, barometric pressure and moisture content in the air.<br />
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He prefers not to be in direct sunlight (too hot) but to be on a surface recently warmed by the sun to take in its heat now and then.<br />
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If held by a human hand, he let me feel how he would tense his body, go into defense mode and flail certain front limbs and fangs for the sole purpose of not being eaten. That's his concern. So much more a fear--based reaction than an offensive one. <br />
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As a baby, I could sense his tight body inside a soft cocoon of some sort and how a slit needed to be made using his mouth parts to emerge.<br />
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Large snakes cause him to become still and fearful. Predators to him. Not small ones though!<br />
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He says in meeting another, they're often territorial about their space and will make an intruding spider leave. Good food and terrain is what constitutes prime real estate.<br />
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They have such tight feeling abdomens and muscles/strength coming form the upper portion of the legs, more so than the lower stalk portion.<br />
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Prefers moisture, dark places and when falling asleep I could feel the deep peace he experiences.<br />
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They can carry prey and drink water straight from a droplet (I went online after my meditation and indeed both pieces are true of this species).<br />
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He explained that spiders in general anchor divine energy to earth energy. He showed me himself symbolically tying together a string from the sky (representing divine energy) to a string from earth (representing earth energy) then going about his business.<br />
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He explained spiders in general anchor divine and earth energies together and that some places like his amazon environment are more balanced in the merging of these two energies than other areas.<br />
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Spiders gravitate to places when doing their energy work where they feel more anchoring needs to be done, even if it's not in a direction most environmentally pleasing to them such as inside homes.<br />
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He explained they rest (don't do energy work) when the female is breeding (has babies).<br />
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I asked why humans often fear spiders and his reply is that on some level we recognize and fear what spiders <i>represent, </i>which is tying the divine part of ourselves to the earth's energy (physical part of us) which would allow us to better know ourselves as we truly are as a divine being.<br />
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And because spiders do this job so well themselves, we sense this strong power within them and move away from it, as embracing such authentic power frightens is. In other words, he shared that we are afraid of our own power.<br />
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I found the entire experience fascinating and thought I'd share it as I continue my own quest in letting go of the caution I have for this important species in order to experience greater harmony within myself and with all life. <br />
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</span>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-18502168639148318122010-10-30T18:56:00.005-04:002010-10-30T19:03:55.445-04:00Franklin Turtle on the Topic of "Life Purpose"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRYHwE86P07DQO-Q5zu6rdjRDZdleSOPhJHjUkijCb0LI4mMCsYzJUXhF9dl8eQwDZCff8UJc0YA2DUiatKJLDRlqxON2Kj4SYxyccAz_HdNijb_0ptO_e1o5XmVWxlypKiMe_VE9ev0/s1600/website+possible+photos+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRYHwE86P07DQO-Q5zu6rdjRDZdleSOPhJHjUkijCb0LI4mMCsYzJUXhF9dl8eQwDZCff8UJc0YA2DUiatKJLDRlqxON2Kj4SYxyccAz_HdNijb_0ptO_e1o5XmVWxlypKiMe_VE9ev0/s400/website+possible+photos+022.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">I asked Franklin, my 10 yr. old red eared slider turtle to talk about the topic of life purpose. ~Danielle</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">"If you ask 10 different animals, you will receive 10 different answers on life purpose, but I will keep it short and give you my wisdom. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">Life purpose isn't about WHO you are, it's about WHAT you do, DECIDE to do or decide TO BE or ACT. It's about how you want to live your life, what time you want to devote to the things you love and how you want to be in the world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">A life purpose isn't about an agenda or a "set plan" as many see it. It's a choice on how you want to live. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">Yes, your individual soul essence, (the essential energy within every being that lives) has an underlying plan to exist, experience and evolve. But it's not so set in stone that you are like a walking robot with preset buttons. You feel resistance and a push to do certain things now and then but ultimately YOU the being decides what actions you will take. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">By taking certain actions again and again, some might say you create a "life purpose". </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">There are many dogs I've heard about who are loyal to their people and feel their life purpose is to give love, keep company, bring joy or to be present for a time in a being's life and then move on to other life experiences. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #20124d;">Humans have a lot of ideas about animals and themselves regarding life purpose. Maybe they're right. (He shrugs.) I can't talk about the life purpose of another, only that individual can. It's a feeling inside you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">For me, my life purpose has come to be with you, Danielle and your friends. To experience life as a domestic turtle. To grow old with you and to experience aching joints as a I age. Surprised by this last part you say? Well, having aching joints is part of life's experience, isn't it? I embrace it all. My life purpose is also to guide and teach. Is yours? (He asks you, the reader.) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">For someone somewhere, you're likely a teacher in some shape, manner or form! Be the best you can be and enjoy the things you enjoy. Be a passionate peacemaker or a maker of music. Make crafts or explore horizons on an artist's easel. Do what you enjoy and experience life!! That is life purpose, or rather the PURPOSE of Life. <em>To enjoy and experience it all.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">~Franklin Turtle </span><br />
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Franklin Turtle</div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-54468600162577141602010-09-04T21:14:00.004-04:002010-09-29T20:23:52.688-04:00Raven: One Cat's Life Work<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">As an animal communicator, I’ve found that many animals have “jobs” or “work” that they do within a family. Sometimes they create a job for themselves and other times they allow their people to choose suitable jobs for them. In this post I want you to meet Raven, a phenomenal self-appointed, ‘cat organizer’!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">An August 2010 phone session found me speaking with an incredible, senior-aged, black male cat from down south named Raven. Raven’s outlook on life is so positive all around and I found his joy in his work to be so delightful, that with his owner’s permission I’ve decided to share a little of Raven’s session with you. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Raven’s person had many questions for him. Some questions were about his health, what support he wanted for his kidneys, and his physical care desires in general. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Raven shared all the above quite positively but was especially delighted in pointing out his all important work within the household. He explained how he was on the higher end of the cat hierarchy within the multi-cat home and still got respect from the others (he’s no push over) even though he was a senior guy. He further explained that he keeps tabs on the other cats, sometimes advising them on things to do and finds that most still listen to him. In a nutshell, he explained that he is an ‘organizer of cats’.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Raven’s person asked at one point if he could share about his past, when he’d once lived in an animal hoarding situation. His response was direct and clear. He said the hoarding situation was ‘not that great’ but that he placed no blame on the human(s) involved.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Upon rescue from the hoarding environment, Raven had been relocated to a home with about 100 other cats. His person wanted to know what this was like for him. His response? The cheery exclamation that, ‘It was like a party!!!’ </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">He shared that the 100 or so cats were generally healthy, clean and well kept and that even while there he’d been performing his current job of ‘organizing cats’ although in those days he had many more to keep tabs on and it was constant work, but that he enjoyed it nonetheless. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Raven shared that he did feel that his being a social guy gave him an advantage in this second large cat environment, while acknowledging that other less social cats may not have enjoyed the situation as much as he. Either way, Raven liked it and feels it’s just one part of his grand life adventure. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">In living with his current person (who adopted him from the 100 cat home many years ago), Raven says he’s now in his retirement years and his work is lighter as he has far fewer cats to ‘organize’. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Raven is a delight to his owner and truly a great example on how one cat’s job can be so satisfying that he has chosen to continue his role on into his senior years. Many cheers to you, Raven!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"> P.S. Raven transitioned onto his next adventure about 14 days after this blog posting. Being an exceptional being, his person had relayed that she and Raven had enjoyed one last camping trip together before he left her. (Yes, Raven would actually sit around the campfire and enjoyed it.) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> When he came home from thecamping trip, he went to his bed and drifted off to sleep, leaving his body behind. His person found it incredible that he'd budgeted his time in such a way as to attend the the camping trip as one last "hurrah!" That sure does sound like Raven! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> Peace to you, Raven.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> ~Danielle </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
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</div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-31302675592480847772010-08-04T19:00:00.012-04:002010-08-24T17:08:39.061-04:00The Return of Puddin the Cat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOj80D3AnQaHWRPod_WHCl4x2NAMiLB69ziaC71UUTLNg5KkfnG-GOsHgdvKKdzf3XQeB2qxfBEI_t-QD-aekyy0tVn5gzQlWrwe53WveWeAC_eICHIlbZ1PQvC4qWTlOHMca82r4WSBo/s1600/Puddin+the+cat+on+logs+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOj80D3AnQaHWRPod_WHCl4x2NAMiLB69ziaC71UUTLNg5KkfnG-GOsHgdvKKdzf3XQeB2qxfBEI_t-QD-aekyy0tVn5gzQlWrwe53WveWeAC_eICHIlbZ1PQvC4qWTlOHMca82r4WSBo/s400/Puddin+the+cat+on+logs+%232.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Puddin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back in the summer of 2005, when I was still new to the skill of hearing animals, my parents and I had a session with my animal communication teacher, Kristin Thompson. On that day, Kristin relayed info. from a few passed animal family members, including the family pet, Puddin who had transitioned at the age of 22 yrs., four years prior.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Puddin had said, "I am definitely coming back! You will have to wait awhile. Danielle will recognize me but it may take a few days. I will be the same type of kitty." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had completely forgotten about that conversation when just a few weeks ago three young boys came knocking on my door asking if I wanted a cat. I explained I was maxed out with my 4 cats, but being the animal lover I am, went out to meet the kitty just the same. In their hands I saw a little calico kitten. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Their story kept changing regarding details on the cat and after a time, I ended up simply saying I would take her in long enough to find her a home or make arrangements with the wonderful people I knew at the shelter. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The boys were pleased and as they walked away I overheard them say, "Well THAT was easy." Hmmm... Knocking on houses all day? Really?? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, when I held the kitten that first evening with me, she was very outgoing and affectionate without a trace of timidness. She also had this odd little way of hugging her body into mine as I snapped photos of her that was very endearing. With such a sweet personality I figured that would easily swing her into the arms of her future people as she was easy to fall in love with.<br />
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On that first night I did not take much time to communicate with her outside of asking what she'd like to be called and explaining my intent in temporarily housing her. She asked to be called "CC" which I later personally decided would stand for "Cute Cat".</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took many photos of her that first night as seen on this blog and sent them off to friends immediately asking if they were interested in giving her a forever home. I also planned on contacting the shelter within the next few days if I had no takers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The following day on a drive to visit my parent's house, I tuned into my guides asking what this kitten needed in a home, her life purpose, etc. In reply I was prompted to ask who she was. It was then that I was informed she was Puddin, returned. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I admit I was (happily) surprised and a tad shocked! Puddin, the sweet, good natured cat I and my sis had grown up with had indeed returned.<br />
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Later that night when I was back at my house I spoke with CC more. She explained I could address her as CC or CC-Puddini, and for me to know she WAS different this time around. She explained she had come to do energy work for the earth, to be with my parents and help with their elderly cat while also helping me understand more about reincarnation and other such topics. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She explained she would be similar in some ways as her old self but was going to be a little more bold and spunky this time around too. Not all of who I had known her to be would change, but she didn't need or want to be exactly the same as she had been before. She was ready to lead a new life with new DNA doing new things with us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She relayed to an intuitive friend that we were not to look for the Puddin we knew inside CC as that lifetime was very complete. She told me had learned new things between incarnations including working with star energy and the cosmos. Although her soul was the same, she didn't need or want a repeat of the same life she'd already lived as Puddin, so for us to anticipate this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, as of this writing, CC is happily living with my parents again at her request. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the interesting observations I've noticed in communicating with CC is that when I feel her current vibration (energy), and then feel her energy back in the time when she was Puddin, I find she feels very similar but not exactly the same. She explained she has evolved since she was last in her last body with me, thus her vibration has evolved a bit as well. She knows more now and can work in new ways. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have much to learn and understand personally about her own unique experience cycling in and out of physical form. But as my questions arise, CC will help me understand. CC's return is a reminder that we always exist and evolve regardless of where we are and that ties of love always continue. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">~Danielle </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">P.S. For this photo, I actually kept moving my foot away (who wants a foot in a photo, right?) while she just kept reaching further and further out to touch me. When I learned on day 2 she was Puddin returned, the odd little reaching made more sense as she told me in retrospect, "Of course I recognized you. I had plans to rejoin you. No confusion on my end!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: #cc0000;">Regarding reincarnation, CC says:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"> "We come in our own perfect time, when circumstances are right. It does not truly matter whether we reincarnate to be with you again or work with you from afar, we are just as close at heart. Sometimes though, the jobs we need to do require a vehicle. A body. And so we come around again. It's all well and good."</span><br />
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</div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-51960795824309542092010-01-28T22:14:00.019-05:002011-08-26T21:09:48.105-04:00Thinking about Taking an Animal Communication Workshop?<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkzxSLy9V7StUHX7eDVgIP8sMOIuBn-sIafL83g5fUIlFheosRrfnust5hnvA4T6SakQQbrS2VMcsy3RygXR8VHXtBDOU8CwA_BiTFHIdqQrXT2A6M-Fd2tSfU5VruECDNrKaY30w8hU/s1600-h/Danielle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkzxSLy9V7StUHX7eDVgIP8sMOIuBn-sIafL83g5fUIlFheosRrfnust5hnvA4T6SakQQbrS2VMcsy3RygXR8VHXtBDOU8CwA_BiTFHIdqQrXT2A6M-Fd2tSfU5VruECDNrKaY30w8hU/s200/Danielle.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="color: black;">One of my clients e-mailed me inquiring about the 1 day animal communication workshop I teach and my own starting point in the field. I have excerpted some of her questions and added a few more for those considering a workshop.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;">1. Did you seem to have "the gift" before attending someone else's animal communication workshop?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">No, I'd never communicated with animals before my first class (that I was consciously aware of). So I have been in the same shoes as most of the very beginner students I teach. And no, the class doesn’t require that participants have ever had a psychic experience of any type or be a good meditator. The workshop is truly designed at its core for those who have never communicated with animals before.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">2. Why aren’t humans using telepathy everyday if it’s so natural to us? </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Telepathy is the ordinary language used by all animals on the planet. We humans just happen to be the only species that underutilizes this language regularly. Why? Perhaps becasue we’ve elected to use our human vocal chords to converse instead. Perhaps because they're louder?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">We, like the animals, have access to the more subtle, quieter energetic language of telepathy if we choose to tap in and use it. Just because we as a species generally haven’t used it beyond our baby and toddler years (see my post from August 1st, 2009 ), it’s still always been a natural part of us that can be reawakened at will and with practice. </span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">3. What is your success rate with new students?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;">Everyone is on their own unique journey in opening their intuitive skills and comes to class at different starting points, so everyone's speed of learning to quiet their minds and shift into an open receptive channel/mode varies.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">In general though, nearly everyone drawn to take the class (with most having never done this work before) receive genuine communication at multiple points throughout the day, generally with a snowball effect as the day goes on. Humans, like all of life, are designed to feel subtle energies, and telepathy literally means "feeling over a distance" so it's really not surprising people do so well at picking this up. The info. received might be from a partner they’re working with during an exercise and/or from the animals directly. It’s very exciting. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">4. After a day's session, could I go home and talk to my animals or would more practice be needed?</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">It would be likely that more practice would be needed. Specifically in practicing with other people's animals before you trust yourself in hearing what your own animals say. And I say this not because you wouldn't be able to hear your own animals after a first class (because you certainly can!) but most people simply find they don't trust what they receive from their own animals in the beginning. Why? Because not having the audible feedback present can make us question if what we heard was real. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Thus, most find it easier to practice with animals they don’t know in the beginning to give your mind ‘proof’ that what you are receiving is accurate as per the owner's feedback. The more experience and practice time you have in this work, the easier it is to hear all animals (including your own.) But a workshop is wonderful foundation for most to catapult off from!</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Does that mean you shouldn’t practice with your own animals after a class? No way! They tend to be the ones who MOST want to be heard! So by all means let them guide and teach you.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">5. Do animal communicators ever use of other communicator’s skills?</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Yes and it's well known amongst those in the field to do so. For me personally, it occasionally happens that I’m feeling too emotionally invested in a situation with one of my own (such as during a health crises). I feel it’s good to know when it’s most supportive of all to invite in a neutral third party.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">6. Will I be fluent in telepathy at the end of a one day workshop?</span> <br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;">Learning telepathy is like learning Japanese or any other language. While I don't know anyone who can be fluent in a foreign language in 1 day, I do know many who can learn to speak parts of that new language in just one session. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;">When time is spent practicing any new language, progress is made and yes, the first workshop provides ample opportunity to begin speaking the language before you walk out the door. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">7. What is the time investment for me to become fluent?</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">It's unique for all. It’s not possible to compare individual learning curves, but tends to be a lot quicker than most people think if you’re willing to practice independently beyond the class. The good thing is, the practice itself is fun. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">8. Who should take the 1 day workshop?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Your intuition tells you everyday what is right and not right for you. How does the idea of taking a class feel to you? The inner ‘you’ will respond to that idea and help you know if and when you’re ready! :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"> -Danielle </span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #990000;"> For a list of upcoming 1 day Animal Communication Workshops please go to</span> <a href="http://whitelightconnection.com/talk_with_animals_workshop.html">my website.</a></div></div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-55567286434322377022009-11-04T22:21:00.011-05:002009-11-16T12:53:21.331-05:00William and the 'River Rock': A Health Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEdlUdzA1ugyNqSiH3c-0w1XsqqU9rg4dUNW9jr_7AciCjosODnHgnzd8bEFGVAX60bXKXGt3utNBu2kI_zNk6IOpt1bakMExC1j48Aj2D9208ob_h2jeEA7-xURT9N36Fipc6A18FoM/s1600-h/William+Up+Close.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400458043066224114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEdlUdzA1ugyNqSiH3c-0w1XsqqU9rg4dUNW9jr_7AciCjosODnHgnzd8bEFGVAX60bXKXGt3utNBu2kI_zNk6IOpt1bakMExC1j48Aj2D9208ob_h2jeEA7-xURT9N36Fipc6A18FoM/s320/William+Up+Close.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">One of the reasons I look forward to more people learning animal communication is that in hearing their animal friends, they will have a greater understanding of what their animal is wanting or needing during times of change or uncertainty.<br /><br />As guardians to our animals, it’s often easy to determine our animals’ basic needs when all is well, but sometimes we feel limited about what we should be doing when the status quo changes and we’re dealing with the unexpected. Such was the case of William the 12 yr. old Dachshund and his guardian, Kris, a few months ago.<br /><br />I recall Kris calling one morning saying that she had awoken to find her spry dachshund, William, suddenly lethargic and limp. She had rushed him immediately to the vet where tests were being done to determine what was wrong.<br /><br />Kris wanted to hear from William to know if he felt he was getting ready to pass over and what she personally could do to help him. Kris was very concerned and wondered how the two or more bouts of vomiting William had done in the night time hours prior to finding him limp had anything to do with the situation.<br /><br />In speaking with William, he said he was not yet transitioning into spirit but that there was a great soreness in his body. He directed us to one particular side of his lower abdomen and said there was a round ball of pain in that area that was like a ‘smooth river rock’ that was on fire. He said the fire needed to be put out.<br /><br />William specifically asked Kris to rub his head and ears as an aid to help encapsulate the sore spot in order to give the vets more time to discover his body issue. William also felt that there was a ‘hump’ that needed to be gotten over before the underlying cause of his health issue could be discovered.<br /><br />In speaking with him about the previous night’s vomiting, William showed me an image of himself vomiting up something dark green. In asking Kris if she’d seen something green come up, she wondered if it were a cucumber as he sometimes was given these as a treat, but aside from that, was unsure what William meant. Unable to get any further clarity, I just recall receiving the impression from William that green was somehow related to his current condition.<br /><br />I often tell clients who are seeking health information from their animal’s perspective that all animals (like people) have varied levels of awareness. I’ve found that some animals are very detailed in talking about their body symptoms and systems while others are very general. In retrospect, William happened to offer quite a bit of detailed information that proved helpful to the wonderful vets who were working with him.<br /><br />A couple days after speaking with William, Kris sent me the following update:<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Hi Danielle!!<br /><br />Well, it's been a bit crazy but the good news is that William is doing quite well and I'm hopeful he will be home tomorrow!!<br /><br />After our session yesterday I did a bit of acupressure and ran some energy on William. I spoke to my vet and told her what William had relayed to you regarding the "river rock" and the pain as well as the location. As soon as I told her she said "That's where the gall bladder is!". So when the ultrasound doctor arrived my vet asked her to check the gall bladder first and sure enough it was not looking too good! They called me to come get William right away and bring him to our local animal emergency clinic for emergency surgery. The biggest fear being that the gall bladder had already ruptured.<br /><br />After a 90+ minute surgery, the surgeon let me know William was doing quite well and that the gall bladder was indeed diseased but still intact (although it could have burst at any given moment) so it was a very clean surgery. But then she said, "But that's not what was making him vomit." And I said, "What?? Then what was it?" And she then proceeded to tell me that she found and extracted some sort of shredded material (a sock or dish rag?) from his stomach!!!<br /><br />Now I understand what he meant about getting over the hump to discover the real problem! The vomiting caused by the material was what led us to the gall bladder! Without that sign his gall bladder may have burst and I would have lost him!! I'm thinking his poor stomach was so full of bile that he was trying to "put out the fire" by eating whatever he could! My Poor Boy!!<br /><br />So thank you!!! Your ability gave us important information which saved us time in finding out what was happening. -Kris<br /></span><br />Upon receiving Kris’s e-mail, it suddenly made sense to me that the ‘river rock’ shape actually represented the roundish-shaped gall bladder organ. And that the color green in the vomiting image was to relay the idea that green bile (produced by the green gallbladder) was in his stomach.<br /><br />I’m pleased to report that William these 3 mos. later is still doing fabulous. He’s back to his old self and enjoying life. It’s been wonderful to know the info. he shared was of help and that his vets were open minded in hearing the information.<br /><br />In closing, I’ve found that it can often be helpful to hear where our animal friends are coming from when trying to support them through unexpected challenges such as this. And although not all animals always have the clarity of knowing exactly what is going on with their bodies, there seems to be a certain amount of relief in being heard and in directing their person to specific activities that will truly support them as they work through their health challenges in the moment. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Helping our animals be as comfortable as they can be by even our smallest of actions can be of huge comfort to them not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Animals often appreciate having their person ‘on board’ as much as we WANT to be on board with them. :)<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;">*Great thanks is given to Kris and William who have permitted the sharing of this story, and to the marvelous vets who offered William the health care he needed in a time so critical. </span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">~Danielle</span> </div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-31020591951811812342009-09-07T21:55:00.001-04:002009-09-07T21:59:51.978-04:00Photo of Joey- Up for Adoption in Gloversville, NY<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi693EmTfo2tcaEgiyHAg0F-FBaykWjZYlrYqol8LDcKIQFslHnmBQ5zNCNVDL32Da9TCoRIYI2yT6pMboi233Zi56gaIrRgxIu-R0EhrgWmyZ39o2frHrzdsY_fi3N8cjJi8bSkE4k6-A/s1600-h/Joey-+Young+cat+orange+tiger+and+wt+male.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909491946815474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi693EmTfo2tcaEgiyHAg0F-FBaykWjZYlrYqol8LDcKIQFslHnmBQ5zNCNVDL32Da9TCoRIYI2yT6pMboi233Zi56gaIrRgxIu-R0EhrgWmyZ39o2frHrzdsY_fi3N8cjJi8bSkE4k6-A/s400/Joey-+Young+cat+orange+tiger+and+wt+male.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Joey- Male, Under 1 Yr., Orange and White DSH in Gloversville, NY</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Contact <span style="color:#990000;">Danielle (at) WhiteLightConnection (dot) com</span> to be put in touch with current fosterer</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">See bottom of the below post entitled <span style="color:#990000;">Mr. Boo</span> for more info. on Joey.<br /><br /></div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-50960447477950192862009-09-07T21:13:00.002-04:002009-09-08T12:40:56.738-04:00Mr. Boo the Cat (Reposted from Original Newsletter June 2009)<p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyBgai0dnlea52U2OZq7iowR8uMRePcrytn5AtEQMwAKX0DgzfggyE6ffyjRgumUPVrj8c6JrBfZv5gpn7pK-PybwuQSXOrHkLOTWT_fvA_MTRACE6qtvOC_LrQtj-Cq4YJrOJjz85cY/s1600-h/Joey-+Young+cat+orange+tiger+and+wt+male.jpg"></a></p><p align="center">Mr. Boo in Gloversville, NY</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuZoHkacuOr2mBVMHBvlEXsXAecCFsO3s05peBcHig9SNq_iUXuDm_Lz5Zjz97h4Bti5XWDc8qhN4rjw2UCDcWFmaGVvUcI1dUATr24iWuHhwbr7O8kxLFhqetr5adQaMeIxSsb8DR5g/s1600-h/Mr.+Boo+on+bench.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378905907505670066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuZoHkacuOr2mBVMHBvlEXsXAecCFsO3s05peBcHig9SNq_iUXuDm_Lz5Zjz97h4Bti5XWDc8qhN4rjw2UCDcWFmaGVvUcI1dUATr24iWuHhwbr7O8kxLFhqetr5adQaMeIxSsb8DR5g/s400/Mr.+Boo+on+bench.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Back in March of 2009 I was contacted by a client named Sharon.<br /><br />The adult male black cat posted in the photo above had found his way into her garage to eat and sleep. This was fine with Sharon as it was the place always offers to passing strays (and they uncannily seem to know that).<br /><br />What Sharon found odd about this particular cat was that he was not coming and going as the other strays did. Instead, he was isolating himself to the garage and limiting his activities to simply eating and sleeping.<br /><br />With no luck from her newspaper ad, Sharon grew concerned that the stray cat was experiencing distress or great sadness. Sharon contacted me for a session to ask if the stray what he could share about where he belonged.<br /><br />The cat was very quick to share that he knew exactly where home was, just a street behind Sharon’s house. Prior to coming to Sharon, he had been trying to get into his house for days, unsuccessfully.<br /><br />He described his home as white, two stories high and having a brick front porch or steps. He explained that he had a dark haired girl whom he loved and that his heart was indeed breaking because he could not turn doorknobs or slide under the door to get back in the house to be with her.<br /><br />With some helpful pieces of information, Sharon walked the street behind her home and knocked on doors until she came to the right two story house with brick front (apparently in her area there were many homes like that).<br /><br />While talking to the downstairs landlord, a dark haired girl was coming down from the upstairs apartment. In overhearing the conversation, the girl exclaimed that she was the owner of the black cat who had taken up residence in Sharon's garage and that the cat's name was Boo Boo. After exchanging phone numbers, and with little emotion, the girl said she would be over to reclaim him in a couple hours.<br /><br />Sharon went home and waited for the cat's girl to arrive. Sharon waited hours, then eventually days. Sadly, the dark haired girl did not call or come for Mr. Boo (as Sharon began calling him) and Sharon did not call, feeling if the girl really wanted her dear companion, she would arrive without being asked.<br /><br />Weeks later, Sharon contacted me to say that she’d seen Mr. Boo’s dark haired girl move away. During and after that time, Mr. Boo seemed to be on an emotional roller coaster for quite awhile. Sharon was seeing mood swings in the cat, as one might see in a grieving individual.<br /><br />In communicating with him, Mr. Boo appreciated Sharon providing him with a soft blanket and dry carrier in her garage (he likened the place to an "inn"), food and free reign of her yard, but despite this temporary residence he was still in grief over losing his girl. He explained he needed time for his heart to heal.<br /><br />One day a couple weeks later, Sharon saw Mr. Boo moving about outside in a more chipper way than he had in awhile. He admitted he was closer to working through his emotional pain and that he’d let go of the 'heart tether' he had for his girl which was one of the last things he needed to let go of to help himself move beyond his loss.<br /><br />Sharon (owner of 6 indoor cats already) asked if he was ready to allow her to help find him a permanent home. Mr. Boo declined initially, but a month later said he was now indeed ready.<br /><br />According to Sharon, “Mr. Boo has to go to someone special as he is something else! I have never met a cat like him, so full of expression and to be able to see his moods and actual feelings like one would a person is just incredible! I know I will miss him when he does go to a forever home.”<br /><br />As of this posting, 9/7/09, a recent talk with Mr. Boo finds him enjoying his late summer time days outside while still visiting/rooming with Sharon on occasion, although he now admits to having found other people nearby who currently offer him delicious food (Sharon was wondering where his extra weight was coming from)!<br /><br />Inquiries about adopting Mr. Boo are found below. In addition, a photo of Joey, a young male orange cat who is super affectionate (he's been known to jump on screens to beg to be let inside where the people are or to have them come outside to join him!) is also available for adoption. Joey is likely under a year old or close to 1 yr. A super lovey-dovey cat , who also likes calm dogs.<br /><br />Both cats are located in Gloversville, NY.<br /><br />To inquire about Mr. Boo or Joey, e-mail me at <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">danielle (at) WhiteLightConnection (dot) com</span></em> and I will put you in touch with Sharon.</span>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-71503148206963008852009-08-17T21:11:00.002-04:002009-11-07T16:26:35.897-05:00Beautiful Weeds: A Childhood Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRysiR8mVqQOJhNNlhoRvJ2y2cN-vtlmYFWFSL2jtd61r_R3UET2LujIalldOc5GCOEhV5SzBg1BoPE2aMZzEUG6ud5GUQEYvYMmdd1uqytq-UtaV8bXDCwDAbe-ZC7nL8LHqZ3Nwi9G8/s1600-h/dandelions.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371136805471150066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRysiR8mVqQOJhNNlhoRvJ2y2cN-vtlmYFWFSL2jtd61r_R3UET2LujIalldOc5GCOEhV5SzBg1BoPE2aMZzEUG6ud5GUQEYvYMmdd1uqytq-UtaV8bXDCwDAbe-ZC7nL8LHqZ3Nwi9G8/s320/dandelions.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">I recently ran across a statement where someone said, "A weed is simply a plant growing where you don't want it". </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I chuckled at the truth of that statement and the fact that <em>only a human</em> would call certain plants 'weeds' in the first place, attaching a negative connotation to it, as if it were of less value than any other plant. (An animal would not say that, regardless of whether they wanted to eat the plant or not!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Back when I was about 10 years old, </span><span style="color:#000099;">I recall standing with my sister and our childhood playmate, Jessica, in Jessica's backyard. I loved her backyard, because it often looked like an authentic field of wild grasses and flowers from a distant countryside. It had that 'untouched' look to it, with plants growing beyond my knees. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">My own backyard did not have this wild appearance due to the fact it was mowed down regularly to a 'green-only' appearance. Therefore, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unidentifiable</span> colored plants that grew in Jessica's yard were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nonexistent</span> in my own and thus a great source of interest for me. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Looking back, I really don't recall which of us came up with the idea of starting a flower business, but regardless, Jessica's backyard inspired the idea. </span><span style="color:#000099;">We were careful to select only the prettiest of the flowering plants- some with blue, pink and purple blossoms. Using shovels much too large, we dug them up and carefully placed each plant into a paper cup and into Jessica's little red wagon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">From there, we then went door to door with our new business on wheels. Most of our neighbors seemed not to be home (I bet they saw us coming), however one kind neighbor answered the door. We explained we were selling flowers and she seemed genuinely interested. I </span><span style="color:#000099;">recall she looked with great interest at our dozen or so plants, commenting pleasantly about each of them. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">My personal favorite was a plant that had pretty blue flowers on it and I recall pointing it out to her, however she said she already had one of those. She finally decided upon a purplish plant, paid us a quarter and thanked us for stopping by.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Next in line was my own home. We knocked on the door (wanting to look professional) and my dad answered. We asked if he'd be interested in buying a flower for the yard. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Unfortunately, my dad did not have the same appreciation for our business or flower selection as our previous neighbor had (bless her heart). He said we were selling weeds, not flowers and within a moment he shut our business down. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I remember being baffled and upset that he was not pleased by our choice of venture and that he was calling our flowers 'weeds' and saying it in such as way as if they were insignificant. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I recall even saying, "But Dad, they're not weeds! See the flowers? Look at the pretty colors! Our neighbor just bought one for her garden!" </span><span style="color:#000099;">My wonderful Dad just could not see my point. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Looking back as a child, one still sees the beauty of something without the labels or attachment that adults often place upon things. Children just see plants as they are, full of color and novelty.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">To this day, while I appreciate a nicely <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">mowed </span>lawn, I still like colorful dandelions and other 'weedy' plants that sometimes creep onto a yard. I just love the array of colors. Why some people battle these fine, lovely plants with gusto still baffles me. If they mix into a yard, I personally think they add even more to its beauty. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Whoever decided that 'all green' was the only way a yard should look anyway? I suppose it's simply a preference. </span><span style="color:#000099;">I have noticed that humans often label aspects of nature as 'good' or 'bad', depending upon how it relates to <em>us</em> or it's value<em> to us</em>. But what if that's just an opinion? <em>Our</em> opinion? What if nature's opinion is less structured or black and white about where weeds should and should not be? And what if to nature there actually<em> is</em> no such thing as a 'weed'- but only plants- all of whom have value? </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">In closing, I salute the 'weeds' in nature and give thanks for their splash of color on the green carpet of life. And thanks to the childhood experience of seeing their beauty while still innocent of the thoughts many in the adult world would apply to them. </span></div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89024362168905564.post-83185640771889345502009-08-01T17:36:00.000-04:002009-08-05T14:59:49.224-04:00Telepathy: The Art of 'Relearning' it as an Adult<span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Photo of Ben/'Benny Boy'</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365132515467873490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Aj1a8EpWmLEe2y-04ERBNJIR44HqcQ7qXdanDf3mSD-P8Hzc3xjKKZsGHyPXtPbtZQDE5KlWN1cJXW-9x4nGnZDyOlLei0QpofzVzvvu14hWbKApB__RST-XqdOK0xu1r_OimKLMkIg/s320/Benny+Boy+the+weimeraner+II.jpg" /> </span><span style="color:#000099;">Some animal communicators have been communicating with animals for as long as they can remember. Others like myself however, have come to 'relearn' the skill as an adult. I say 'relearn' because I believe that all of us communicated telepathically when we were babies and toddlers and that as we aged, this innate skill faded into the background. </span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">My sister actually happened to tell me of an incident where her daughter communicated with the family dog, Ben, last year. My niece, who was 3 years old at the time, had been sitting on the couch mesmerized by a cartoon in the living room as my sister was blow drying her hair from a nearby doorway. Ben and Abby, the two family dogs, were resting in the house. My sister said she watched her toddler get up off the couch purposely, come to her and relay that, "Benny Boy wants you to play with him, mom." Then, not waiting for a response from my sister, my niece returned to her comfy spot on the couch and went back to her cartoon. </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">My sister told me that in retrospect, there was no visual clue from Ben that he wanted my sister to play with him, because he was resting. He also was not sitting directly next to Nadia (communication via telepathy is not limited by distance anyway). </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">What is interesting here is that every time I personally communicate with Ben on my sister's behalf, his biggest request is always the same. And it happened to be the <em>same</em> message my little niece relayed to my sister that day! That Ben wants my sister to play with him.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Apparently, Ben was thinking this and was overheard or perhaps he was purposely informing my young niece so she would be the messenger of his ever-standing request for play. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Will my niece forget this inner language as she ages? Perhaps she will, like most of us do as our minds are innocently directed by adults and educators to what is of 'importance' in the everyday world like verbal speech, pronunciation, writing and object identification. With all the focus on the 'outside world' it's not surprising that the softer, quieter, yet real language of telepathy fades and is forgotten. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Regardless, what was once a skill we used as children can be reclaimed. I did it and have seen countless other adults do it both in my animal communication classes and in other workshops. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">reaccessible</span></span> if you desire it. Besides, it's yours by right- you <em>came into</em> the world with the skill. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">The art of telepathy is truly less of an art and more of a 'relearning' of a communication tool we humans (but not the animals) have often let go by the wayside. It does take quiet focus, attention and effort to practice and reclaim this skill as an adult, but the effort is worthwhile, the journey fabulous and I've personally found that it opens you to a whole other aspect of life that simply was not accessible (or even tangible) before. And the unfolding of it all is simply beautiful.</span> </div>Danielle Tremblay, Animal Communicator, NYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648168616940826539noreply@blogger.com4