My former long-haired Chihuahua, Pepito, and I went through many changes after his sudden death on August 30, 2024. I kept in touch with him as he traveled in the spiritual realm, appearing to me in various ways.

Several students attending my Advanced Animal Whispering Course had great questions about handling their sensitivity—a follow-up subject to my last blog on protection.

I have heard and read that there is a danger of coming in contact with negative beings and a need for protection once we open ourselves up.  How can we be safe from attacks from negative forces or beings? 

Early October, I enjoyed a long drive to guide a wildlife communication retreat at Earthfire Institute sanctuary in Idaho, camping in scenic spots along the way. On the way home to Arizona, I planned to take a side trip to Colorado to visit my friend, Don, and his orange tabby cat companion, Ollie.

I have a favorite tool I use to help people tune in to their inherent ability to communicate with other species telepathically.

On August 28, 2024, Pepito, my loving long-haired Chihuahua (also known as a ChiWowWow), enjoyed the last online class in the 7-week Become An Animal Whisperer series I taught with The Shift Network. He could feel the hundreds of people attending the live course and even the hundreds who would learn from the video recordings.

Living in the Sonoran Desert north of Phoenix, Arizona, wild animals surround me. There are a multitude of lizards and snakes. While I respect and appreciate their meditative, ancient, wise presence, I carefully watch for rattlesnakes.

In 2016, I connected with the animals of Earthfire Institute Wildlife Sanctuary, asking who wanted to speak about healing the Earth when the director, Susan Eirich, requested this. A white wolf appeared.

Bluebell is a bison who lives at Earthfire Institute Wildlife Sanctuary in Idaho. Years ago, the director, Susan Eirich, requested that I ask her these questions about healing the planet.

Kate Solisti writes: As a young child I heard plants, animals, and minerals speaking to me. I thought everybody could hear them. I quickly learned that this was not the case.

Hearing over and over, "It's just your imagination, dear" made me doubt the truth of my deeper connection. In order to be accepted by family and friends, I shut down my ability to hear.