Animal Insight with Animal Communicator Nancy Kaiser

Please Think First

This past Saturday I was at a craft fair with my local writers group signing books. While the temperature didn’t hit the hundred mark like many places, we did set a record for the mountains of 90 with high humidity. It was extremely uncomfortable even in the shade of our tent.

I hate the heat and humidity, but the most difficult thing was feeling the stress in the dogs that accompanied their people to the fair. Years ago, I’d have categorized these people as uncaring, selfish humans. Once I discovered my skills in animal communication and healing, I realized that others simply didn’t feel what I felt from the animals. It’s one of the downsides to being an empathetic healer.

What I’d like to suggest is that people put their winter coat on and then walk outside and see how hot they feel. It should resemble what your dog is feeling. We eliminate heat by sweating through our skin, dogs cannot. Panting is the only form of heat exchange they have. Watching the dogs panting heavily while walking on sizzling pavement was very disturbing for me.

To those who say, “But animals are born to be outside.” You’re right, but animals wouldn’t walk around a fair during the hottest part of the day, or any part of the day for that matter. Most dogs would dig a hole in Mother Earth and lie in the cool dirt until the heat of the day passed.

Animals know how to deal with the extremes of Nature, but that ability disappears when they choose to live with humans. People dictate their agenda. Most people care very much about their pets. They are simply not empaths, so they don’t feel the distress levels that I do.

Being the animals’ voice and on their behalf, I ask that you please think first before you decide to take your dog or cat anywhere. He or she is at your mercy. Think about how you’d feel in that winter coat; remembering, their coat isn’t removable. Your pets and I thank you!

Photo - Hana and Saba

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Barely enough! ;)

Uplifting story of the week ... the blind dog and her seeing eye dog.

"Ellie, a young cavalier King Charles spaniel in England, is almost completely blind. While her owner and a local animal organization are working to raise money for a vision-restoring operation, a German shepherd named Leo has taken matters into his own paws, and is protecting and guiding her."

Have a great weekend!

Animal Insight with Animal Communicator Nancy Kaiser

Letting Go Easier

I’d like to thank everyone for their support following last week’s column. I’ve gained some major insight about my level of growth based on my response to the circumstances surrounding Smudge & Sage.

Back in the day, I would’ve been riddled with guilt and besieged by failure. I’d have assumed sole responsibility for the debacle. It would’ve been all about me. But, thanks to the teaching I received from Sage’s soul back on my farm in New Jersey, I didn’t go there.

Eleven years ago, Sage’s soul incarnated into my mare’s first colt, Dash, who I euthanized three years later due to a serious hip injury. Multiple surgeries and two years of extensive care trying to heal Dash took its toll. I was distraught over his death and assumed full responsibly. I felt utterly defeated and guilty for not keeping him safe.

I moped around for weeks and weeks trying to understand why this happened to me. I worked so hard caring for everyone. I couldn’t understand why something so terrible should happen to ME. This same soul had been my cat, Merlin, who died at nine months old prior to becoming Dash. I couldn’t accept either transition at such young ages.

One day answers to my internal dialog about Dash’s loss came flowing to me. I needed to stop making this about me. Merlin had returned as Dash to help his mother, Squiggles, achieve her soul’s purpose of having offspring survive. I just happened to be the human involved; no more no less.

Once Dash survived past birth and weaning his purpose of helping Squiggles was complete. Once most souls achieve their purpose(s), they choose to return to spirit. Dash hit our barn wall one night trying to leave but stayed another two years while we tried to heal his hip.

Dash’s lesson flew into my awareness as I drove the kittens back. This was about them. I know Smudge will have a better life due to the SRT clearings. Since they’d incarnated together before, I felt Sage needed to stay with Smudge. They obviously have a strong soul bond. Smudge needs Sage’s confidence for support. I’ve let them go very easily thanks to past lessons that I’ve embraced. Just another quiz from my soul!

Photo: Dash
Credit: Nancy Kaiser
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Animal Insight with Animal Communicator Nancy Kaiser

Not Meant To Be

Just because I communicate with animals doesn’t mean they’ll do what I want. For 10 days, I tried my best to get little Smudge to accept Hana & Saba. The remedies worked wonders for the kittens. Sage, who’d been so difficult initially, was purring in my lap after the second dose and Smudge was much calmer.

I began letting them have time out of the dog crate to get familiar with the downstairs. The third day, they found a hole by the dishwasher and hid for 24 hours. They had access to water and their litter pan, but no food. Eventually, their hunger betrayed them. Smudge purred for the first time after her capture.

I tranquilized Hana & Saba for the first two days of meet and greet. Sage’s confidence had him purring in my lap while the boys got him wet with kisses. Smudge on the other hand was a tyrant. She was aggressively spitting and growling at the boys, who wouldn’t come near her; who could blame them? I kept communicating to her that she had to accept the dogs in order to live here.

Never knowing what happened to Crystal last year, I began thinking that maybe a loose dog from the area killed her. Since she housed Crystal’s soul, it would explain Smudge’s aggression and fear of the dogs. Despite her young age, I was given permission to do Spiritual Response Therapy, which removes past life negative influences. I hoped it would provide her the confidence she lacked.

Sadly, not much changed. Smudge was still nasty and unpleasant to both dogs. I simply couldn’t subject Hana & Saba to anymore of her “abuse.” There wasn’t anything else in my arsenal I could offer the kitten. Regrettably, I’ve returned the kittens to my friend to work with her humane society to find them a more suitable home.

Twelve years ago, I rescued these same two souls in feral kittens in NJ. They were younger back then and perhaps that’s a consideration, but I’d never have envisioned this outcome. I’m disappointed, but I did my best and that’s all I can ask of myself. The animals have to meet me halfway, and Smudge either couldn’t or wouldn’t.

Photo Credit: Nancy Kaiser

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Summer Reading - Book Review for the Horse Lover

Blue Mountain Rider
Mary Benson and Hedy Strauss
Xlibris
Paperback, 2009, $19.99
Also available in Hardcover
ISBN: 978-1-4415-7108
Available on Amazon or at: www.xlibris.com

Reviewed by Carol M. Upton
First printed in Horses All Magazine at: www.horsesall.com

This collection of poems reflects our deepest emotions, ambitions, desires, hopes, fears, and dreams. It illustrates love and respect for an animal that has earned its way into our structure of life. ~ Hedy Strauss


Blue Mountain Rider is one of the few poetry collections dedicated to a celebration of the horse. Mary Benson and Hedy Strauss bring us an exceptional anthology that describes the countless ways in which these unusual creatures have enriched our lives.

In the opening section, ‘Horse Evolving’, we are treated to elemental images that remind us why we are often so drawn to horses. In ‘Wild Spirit’ Strauss writes one of several poems about the mustangs whose dramatic images appear in current news of round ups and herd management: “The sound of hoofbeats/ fill the air/ Wild prairie phantoms – disappear!” Benson offers us the ethereal ‘Night Ride’ plucked from childhood dreams: “Oh, the desert sings to me/ And I ride/ In windswept flight, aloft and free/ Forever in this enchanted land, Pegasus and me.”

Other sections include poems dedicated to specific types such as the Appaloosa, the hard-working mules of history, and the world’s wild horses, from the Steppes of Asia to the Moors of Brittany. Another cluster reminds us how horses have served throughout history, in city streets and country fields, on police patrol or cutting cattle. Special relationships between girls and horses are explored in such tender poems as ‘Pigtails and Ponytails’ and ‘Mane of Red and Gold’. There is sadness, too, in Benson’s pondering: “Oh, how will we say farewell?” and Strauss acknowledging how “It will break my heart the day you die.”

This book is a memorable gift for any horse-lover, but you’ll likely want a second copy for your bedside table, so you can savour these evocative lyrics whenever you wish.

Combining their love of horses and the outdoors, Mary Benson and Hedy Strauss immigrated to the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York where they met. Whether it is preserving wild mustang heritage or saving horses from slaughter, both women are passionate advocates for animal welfare. Visit Mary and Hedy at www.bluemountainrider.com

Animal Insight with Animal Communicator Nancy Kaiser

Free Will & Flexibility

I was ready to rescue my latest feral kittens when my friend called saying they’d vanished overnight.

I was totally surprised by this turn of events because until now everything just flowed with universal synchronicity. They had gone off for two days twice before, so I’d have to practice patience and flexibility.

I figured their mother’s free will was interfering with our reunion. I couldn’t understand why she all of a sudden left. My friend solved that mystery when she mentioned that she told the mother and kittens that I’d be coming for them the next day. I’d already communicated that to Sage & Smudge, but not their mother.

Although she’s not an animal communicator, all information is received easily by the animals. No mother wants her children taken from her. I talked with Smudge & Sage and said I was still willing to give them a home, but they must convince their mother to come back.

Never expecting her to return them, I issued the same plea to my spiritual helpers. The lesson in flexibility that these teeny ones were teaching was challenging. I’d gone from not wanting more cats to being very disappointed about their disappearance. I trusted that their souls wanted to reunite with me even though their conscious minds were clueless.

Animals suffer from amnesia just like us when they incarnate. I hoped their mother’s free will wouldn’t interfere with their destiny. Six days later, I got a message saying the kittens were secured inside, but I’d better come ASAP. Hana, Saba and I piled into the car to begin our 7-hour road trip to greet old friends. I was grateful that their mother listened to her babies.

Our reunion was anything but joyful. The kittens were bigger and wilder than I anticipated. Sage was very difficult to manage scratching me twice. Happily, they were silent on the 3-hour ride home. I was mentally fried by day’s end telling my best friend, Michelle, that I’d probably be bringing them back in a few days.

Was this an animal communicator’s dream or nightmare?

Photo Credit: Nancy Kaiser
July 5th, 3 days after arrival. Sage is gray.

Summer Reading - the Beautiful Jim Key

“Life is life—whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human conception for man's own advantage.”— Sri Aurobindo

If you have never felt the love of an animal companion or a pet - there is still time. We have such great lessons to learn; and animals are here to share what they know - if and when we can allow them to gift us with their wisdom - we become more in every sense of the word.

Beautiful Jim Key is a wonderful story. I only wish I had access to better words to do it justice. Included in the story is information about another wonder of the horse world. Also studied, he was deemed a fraud because he didn't have the information when he was alone and was thought to somehow be picking up on it and that was labeled as fraudulent.

In my mind, it shows a different ability more along the line of shared consciousness. There is nothing lesser in that ability. But it was very atypical of what could be accepted as a talent, given the understanding at the time.

The story of Jim Key is incredible in the fact that so much of it was preserved in some fashion - held intact - waiting to be told. There is a reason. This information is sorely needed at this time. We need all the reminders that we can get that we are part of a greater whole that includes animals of every variety. Now is the time for us to learn what they have come to share with us.

A bit of a review from another web source here:

[Jim had a famous entourage that included his famous trainer and his two grooms, Stanley Davis (later a prominent veterinarian in Tennessee), and Samuel Davis, as well as a stray dog named Monk who became the Celebrated Educated Arabian-Hambletonian's personal bodyguard. Either perched on Jim's back or fiercely guarding his stables, he refused to allow reporters or fans in to the star – unless they took his picture and ran it in the paper.

At first humane leaders were wary about aligning themselves with an “animal act” but visionary Bostonian, George T. Angell, of the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals and the American Humane Education Association, saw Beautiful Jim Key as the live embodiment of the humane movement. A quote attributed to Time Magazine declared, “This wonderful horse has upset all theories that animals have only instinct, and do not think and reason.”]

...and another passage here:

[The idea that a horse could actually do all that he appeared to do remains as controversial today as it did a century ago, probably more so. Yet what is crucial is that by appearing to do all that was claimed of him, Beautiful Jim Key and Dr. William Key managed to change the world.

Across America, 2 million children joined the Jim Key Band of Mercy and signed the Jim Key pledge, "I promise always to be kind to animals and other sentient being." 100 years ago, city after city closed down entire school systems, while students, teachers and school boards alike were able to fill the greatest halls in the country to see Beautiful Jim Key and Dr. William Key demonstrate the power of kindness and humane education.

Humane societies partnered with school systems to promote the ideals of literacy and citizenship, offering awards to students who wrote essays about Jim and who entered spelling bees with Jim participating. Sometimes Beautiful Jim Key lost, although he famously won a bee by outspelling a human sixth grader with the word "physics."]

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Beautiful Jim Key is a wonderful read. The story is even better because it shares the background of the man who taught him, through kindness, and how that spread to influence humane treatment for animals on a much larger scale.

KINDNESS is key. (Lots of subliminal messages here.) I can assure you, no matter what is taught in whatever socially sanctioned setting, there are unseen others who watch over us and our animal kin. We are held in higher esteem when we maintain better relations and have a greater appreciation for our animal companions.

I have no way to prove that statement or my view. But I don't have to. Those who know - have no doubt. I am just here to affirm you are on the right path and to say thank you - on behalf of those who cannot speak for themselves. We have made and will continue to make mistakes but we are continuing to learn in the process. Thus, we are evolving... each and every one.

Animal Insight with Animal Communicator Nancy Kaiser

Synchrodestiny

I continue to be in awe of the interconnectedness of the Universe. So many choices are essential to reunite old friends. With each choice, thousands of other possibilities are eliminated. My returning friends incarnated into feral kittens living under a friend’s home 2 1/2 hours away. I’d met this gal at a spiritual workshop in Virginia three years earlier. In the interim, she moved to North Carolina assuring the distance to the kittens was reasonable for me.

The first big choice was that my friend began to feed and care for the mother and kittens rather than ignore them. Then, she put pictures of them on Facebook, and I innocently looked through them. These choices guaranteed that I’d become aware of old friends attempting to return.

Staying present in the moment and following what you’re feeling in your heart are key to making choices that serve our highest good. My heart wouldn’t let me ignore photo #13 of the cute, tortoise kitten. But why, when a year ago, I’d made a conscious choice not to get anymore cats? It could have all ended there if I followed what I was thinking and not what I was feeling.

As soon as I found out Crystal inhabited that tortoise body, it was a done deal. Once the conscious choice to adopt her occurred, the Universe set about getting me to realize Merlin/Dash had journeyed back from spirit too. While my mind struggled with the idea of another cat in the family, my heart was thrilled that I recognized both.

Living within the flow of the Universe is something I aspire to. It’s humbling to have souls choose to live multiple lives with you. I know that if these choices hadn’t been made the kittens would’ve found appropriate homes, just not the one they had intended. Once I knew who they were, my heart wouldn’t allow me to look away.

Having embraced the animals’ lesson of living in the moment, I allowed the Universe to orchestrate an outcome that’s in perfection. Are you living in the moment and flowing with the Universe? If you’re following your heart, you are!

*Photo of Crystal and Merlin 1998

Credit: Nancy Kaiser