Animal Communication with Joan Ranquet July 2009
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Once again I'm dashing off to Florida for some big events - a benefit for Pure Thoughts Horse & Foal Rescue - Friday the 7th, "You can talk to the Animals" at Crystal Garden Books, Gifts & Spiritual Center in Boynton Beach (private readings there as well) on Aug. 8th and Beginning Animal Communication to benefit South Florida SPCA at New Age Books & Things in Ft. Lauderdale on Aug. 10th. For info:

I've had a lot of fun adventures and events raising money for rescues and teaching small classes. More to come.  I have some stories on

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In this issue there is a great bird - communication story by Susan Glaves a wonderful writer. And I have a Coyote Wisdom story. If you have a great communication story, please send it to me:  At the bottom I have my new favorite books listed.

Blessings to you and all life in your household, Joan

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Coyote Wisdom by Joan Ranquet
Bird Words by Susan Glave
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Coyote Wisdom! By Joan Ranquet   
A woman called me for a phone session about her horse. We'll call her Nancy. We had a lovely session, funny, enlightening, hopefully helpful.
 A few weeks later, Nancy e-mailed me and said "Joan, I was driving down an old highway and I noticed that a coyote had been hit by a car and was on the side of the road and was going in circles - his hind end wasn't working, he was neurological." She said she felt so awful, she didn't know what to do and she pulled over.  She remembered that she had a gun in her truck and she put the coyote out of his misery. 
 Now being half city chick living on a farm, I jumped a little in my seat as I read this. Knowing it was the kindest thing to do, it still left me with the question, would I have had the guts in that moment? Anyway enough about that.....Nancy was writing because she was really plagued by the whole event. She was so sad for the coyote.
She wondered if she had done the right thing and couldn't get the sadness out of her system. In Ted Andrews book Animal Speak: "There is always hidden wisdom where the coyote is concerned".  Ted Andrews considers the Coyote to both be Wisdom and Folly.
I reminded Nancy that she helped this coyote - she then asked "Did the coyote's spirit call me over to do this?"
I don't know that the Coyote's spirit specifically knew she had a gun in the back of her truck and was calling out "Hey Nancy, help me!"  I do know that the Coyote needed help and that Nancy's Spirit knew she needed something in that moment in time in order to grow and their Spirits were a perfect match for that need for that moment. Sometimes that's all we are for another being is part of a Divine match. We don't even know the impact we have on someone or a group of people.
Nancy and I continued an e-dialogue over this situation. In the thread, I reminded her that the sadness was her version of sadness as she processed the event emotionally. While a coyote is family driven - and tend to mate for life, a coyote isn't going to carry that sadness onto the next plane.  While their grief would exist, it's balanced out by their survival instinct.  If it isn't balanced, in the wild, the grief could get the better of the coyote, as in falling prey to someone else out there. Which is probably why we don't see that many woe is me coyotes.
I said to Nancy - is it possible that you are just personalizing this loss through your filter??   What if the concept were true that the reason you feel the Coyote so strongly is because that Coyote is just trying to say "THANK YOU - you helped me. What can I do for you now?"
Sometimes the Coyote message is about deception - how we deceive we do this through our emotional life?
 I said to Nancy - what if that Coyote is joyful? What if that Coyote is now in that eternal state of bliss? All this seemed to make sense to Nancy - the consuming haunting feeling vanished.  She and I knew at that moment she has a coyote Guardian Angel - a friend for life. A totem if you will. Some well earned grace for helping the Coyote.
It's easy to filter through our own emotions.  Animals don't process that way. They may weigh in with a few more sophisticated emotions if they have been domesticated and  living in our homes, barns or our yards.  When it comes down to it - it is very simple. They know the freedom that leaving this body provides. 
I wrote this a couple of months ago. In April I held my Animal Alchemy class. Each of the students pulled an animal card for the weekend to meditate on or to relate to or to have that energy come in and assist with the healing work we were doing. One woman pulled the Coyote card.
Oh you would have thought she pulled the Jack the Ripper card. In this age of needing to come off as Spiritually Correct, nobody likes to think of themselves as deceitful, cunning or as a trickster (unless their doing a magic act in Vegas). Yet, sometimes deceit is necessary for survival. The judgment that deceit, cunning and trickster were fixed states of being and were bad or wrong was amazing to me.
And by focusing on that, the concept of creativity, mystery, family and nurturing were all overlooked. When the spotlight went on the latter, well, those were good qualities. What if being cunning or deceitful saves the lives of your family? Is that good or bad? What if you come from a vicious family? Is that good or bad? Once again - it's simply our filter now of concepts.
Deceit, cunning, trickster, family, creativity, mystery, family and nurturing only hold the value I give those concepts.  

There is another piece in this and that is many people fear or dislike Coyotes because of their predatory nature. Somehow, we are deceiving ourselves to not take some responsibility for displacing them. Yet, it's easier to dislike them.
What if the coyotes are just being coyotes? If it is that simple, why can't we see the wisdom in that? Those coyotes continue to be great mirrors. 

The Cockatoo 
Bird Words by Susan Glave

I share my home and, my life with a sulfur-crested cockatoo. This cockatoo has developed a rather large vocabulary. She adds, deletes, and combines words uncannily to express her needs. My cockatoo seems extraordinary in this capacity. I'm not sure if she has superior linguistic skills, or if this is a common feature of well adjusted cockatoos. You see, you have to actually live with a cockatoo before they reveal their true personality. I have befriended dozens of cockatoos, but this is the only bird who has been part of my household. 

My cockatoo is a captive raised bird, hatched in an incubator in a suburb near Portland Oregon. Hand-fed for a few weeks by the bird breeder, she was then shipped, as a fledgling, to the gentleman I acquired her from. She has not spent one day of her life in the wild. My family, for all practical purposes, is the only family she has known; we are her flock.

In pleasant weather she enjoys going outside on the patio. She sits on her stand and watches the coming and goings of crows, starlings, sparrows, house finches, magpies, and hummingbirds. She talks to these wild birds. She talks to them in English.

My cockatoo is a hen. An inconsequential fact other than, like most domestic parrots, she shows a decided preference for opposite sex members of her human family. She adores my husband; she is madly in love with my adult son. I am the one who feeds her, gives her water, changes the papers in her cage, and occasionally provides entertainment when no one else is available. In matters of grave importance she is inclined to rely on male members of her family to provide solutions.

Often, on Sunday mornings, I am the first to rise. The cockatoo and I read the paper allowing my spouse to peacefully sleep late. One early May morning I had the Sunday paper spread all across the living room floor. The cockatoo was sitting quite contentedly on her parrot stand sorting through safflower seeds in the feed cup.
Suddenly she began excitedly bobbing up and down, frantically calling, "Dad, come here Dad! Help me! Help me!"

It took a few minutes to discover the cause for her excitement was a commotion occurring behind the glass doors of an idle fireplace. A mourning dove had fallen down the chimney and was now fluttering around frantically amongst last winter's ashes trying to find its way back outside.

"Dad, Dad, help me!" the cockatoo cranked up the volume of her pleas by several degrees.

 I thought perhaps, this was a job better suited for two people. The cockatoo and I made our way down the hall to the bedroom. Loudly, she rousted my husband from his morning sleep.

"Help me, please help me. Come here, come here Dad."
"The cockatoo needs your help," I told him.

"What wrong with her now?"

I don't think he was enthralled to be rousted out of bed in this exact manner.

"There's a dove trapped in the fireplace." I tried to explain over the voice of a now ranting cockatoo.

"Come on Dad! Help! Help me!"

"Sounds like she's serious," he said, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.
Armed with an old bath towel, we managed to extract the dove from the fireplace without injury, and with out frightening him too badly. We dusted him off, took him out side, and set him free. He promptly flew to the fence, perched there, perhaps trying to get his bearings, then flew away, no doubt pleased to see, once again, the spring sun against a brilliant blue sky.

"You're a smart bird," my husband told the cockatoo when we returned to the house. "You helped rescue a dove."
Her reply was, "Thank-you, oh, thank-you."

That summer, the dove returned often to our backyard. We could tell, because he never entirely lost the sooty reminder of his fireplace misadventure. If the cockatoo were outside on her perch she unfailingly called to the dove-in English-"hi bird." 
When I am in my office, writing, or reading, or studying, the cockatoo is my usual companion. Sometimes I will give her a handful of pistachio nuts. They are her favorite. She has to crack them open to get the coveted meat. Not an especially daunting task for a cockatoo beak, still it keeps her amused-and quiet-for a while. It gives me time to my thoughts without her noisy interruptions.  I hear the clunk, ping, clunk that means a pistachio has bounced on the bottom of her bird cage stand and consequently onto the floor.
"Stupid bird," the cockatoo says in her most demure voice.
I take the bait, turning my chair around to face the cockatoo. She is on the bottom of the bird stand looking at the pistachio lying on the floor.

"Help me,"

"You're not a stupid bird, you're a pretty bird," I reassure her.

"Pretty cockatoo." She holds a foot up reaching for my hand, her head tilted in her most innocent pose, her wings held in a perfect angle so she appears to be some beaked, feathered cherub we both know she is not.

"Pick me up," she says.

I cannot resist; I pick her up. She plasters herself against my chest and I can feel the gentle beating of her heart. She nestles her head beneath my chin and I scratch her cheek. She has gotten what she really wanted.

It is true my cockatoo knows how to play the game, knows how to get what she wants. She uses words, words to ask for what she wants. "Pick me up." She is not afraid to ask for what she wants, to get what she wants. Not bad for a dumb animal.
Susan Glave lives on an acreage outside Caldwell, ID with her husband, two terriers, one rescue kitty,  an opinionated cockatoo, and occasionally some visiting Angus heifers. She is a graduate of Boise State University with a degree in English. Her writing has appeared in Cold Drill, Standing, Forged in Fire--Essays by Idaho Writers, Bourne on Air--Essays by Idaho Writers. 

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My new favorite book this month is Mark Husson's Lovescopes. Mark is a great astrologer, author and friend.
Joan Ranquet
Animal Communicator, Author, Speaker