About Me
The
Story
You are probably wondering how this all came to be.
I was, too.
I'll start from the beginning. For my 34th birthday, I gifted myself a horse riding lesson. I had ridden competitively as a child, but it had been over 20 years since I'd found myself on top of a horse. As any "horse girl" can tell you, the passion, love, and fervor I felt for the horses and sport picked up right where I had left off, and two months after giving birth to my daughter, Lila, I was back in the saddle full time. Before my first show back, I decided to consult an animal communicator for my lease horse at the time, Space Cowboy. The session was incredible, I was literally able to have a conversation with him, and the things the animal communicator said were so spot on, I knew it was "real".
Since then, I used the same communicator to talk to all my animals: other horses, cats, and dogs. I gifted my husband a session, and although he initially deemed it as "entertainment", towards the end of the session, it was undeniable that he was, in fact, communicating with our cat, Bill. I had so much insight from our sessions that I read her book and she eventually suggested I take her course. In the practice session of that first course, we get to communicate with eachother's pets or animal of choice and that is when I realised that not only could I communicate with them, I had the skill to pick up on very specific and accurate messages from these animals.
I kept my ability to communicate with animals a secret for a few years, telling few people here and there and having a few informal sessions for friends and family members until eventually I found myself getting more calls and requests from people through word of mouth. Not only were people asking for sessions, but the animals got pretty loud as well. My turning point was while at a horse show. A horse and rider pair walk out of the warm-up ring and I hear very clearly, "You better tell my rider she needs to learn how to ride" from a bay gelding. It was so astute and clear, and his tone was so blunt I laughed to myself. A few hours later, I coincidentally walked out to a ring to watch a few of the Jumpers rounds and the same horse refused the first jump. The rider cantered him around again and he refused a second time, this time rearing a few strides out. That Monday, I saw the same horse being advertised for sale on one of the equestrian facebook groups, priced low for a quick sale. As reluctant as I may have been to call myself an animal communicator, I realised then that if I could help the animals and their owners in any way, shape, or form, then I should. I am continuously validated by the specific messages I receive from the animals and their owners alike, which is why I am offering sessions as a service.