Event: a Purrfect Match!

Ready to find your PURRFECT MATCH? Meet ten adorable furry friends ready to find their forever homes! Come join our cat adoption event, speed-dating style on APRIL 13, Sunday afternoon at Commune Cafe, Poblacion, Makati 😻

🌟 Adoptions are FREE, but screening interviews are done.

🌟 This is NOT a fundraiser event, but in-kind donations are welcome. Wishlist will be shared separately 🙏

🌟 While the venue is pet-friendly, please help with the success of the event by allowing our adoptables to shine.

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This is my first public adoption event and I hope we can help our adoptables find homes. We can help even with just sharing the event details to our friends.

Thank you to our friend @lilypad.thedog and her mom for our beautiful pubmats. 🫶🏻

A reminder from a fourteen year old dog

Living is a miracle. She made sure to remind me of that.

Tenten is sweet, wise, and old. She knows this in her bones. She knows--feels-- this in her heart. Fourteen years and still kicking on this earthly life is one big adventure.

Tenten's session is one of the longer sessions that I have spent with an animal client, simply due to how frail and slow her communication was. Her mind was clear, but her energy was "sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread." (Yes, I am a 📚🤓 )

I noted down Tenten's distinct memory about how she felt her body dramatically felt differently in the last two years. She made me feel how there was a hard mass or object inside her, and I made sure to ask her human about this. "My living is a miracle," Tenten added.

Her human tearfully recounted how a year ago, their vet found a tumor in her leg and how the corresponding surgery was complicated. "We almost lost Tenten back then. She was not even 50-50. She was 30-70. Yes, her vet said her recovery was a miracle."

Sometimes, there's not much that science can contribute more to a life that has seen so much and a heart that has loved deeply. And when there is visible decline in life force and physical vitality sometimes, support and comfort is what we can give them best. Maybe, there is no one to save, when they have lived a life of love.

I know you know how loved you are, Tenten. May your twilight years be peaceful, happy, and content. Thank you.

What happened when Yoda walked me inside a whirlpool

My expectations for Yoda's session was about fun, because I spoke to another dog in her household before her session and it was a blast. Yoda immediately allowed our connection and she asked me to follow her. "Oh. No." I thought because that means her humans' questions will have to take a backseat and that I've seen this behavior a handful of times before-- when the soul has lived trauma. And I never use that word lightly.

Yoda and I walked inside a whirlpool of her energy, deeper into her heart. Yoda said "here we stop and I will show you." I saw a younger version of herself, happily playing with another puppy who looked like her. They were inside a house. In the background of this memory was human chatter and sounds of a busy kitchen. The human mother was cooking rice on the stove when two teenaged boys entered. They took their mother's hand and nagmano sila. Then, they greeted Yoda and her sister and brought them outside the house to play. It was a good life, Yoda's heart said. "We ran and chased after each other. Fun!"

Until one day, the family brought everyone inside their car and drove to some place unfamiliar to Yoda. The older humans left both puppies on the side of the road and did not give the boys time to say goodbye nor cry. Yoda and her sister walked, directionless, for days. Her sister didn't make it and Yoda cursed the hot ground under her feet. "Hunger is easier than this. Where are my boys?" she said.

I understood these memories and gently walked Yoda out of her whirlpool. The first thing I asked Yoda's current humans over Zoom was whether Yoda was a rescue, and if she was rescued near a highway but not too far from some plants. The humans confirmed that she is a rescue and they found her near a busy road and gas station, hiding under a bush.

Yoda is in a happier place now. What she showed me still lives in her heart, but it is something that can still be worked on, gently and consistently.

Thank you, Yoda.

What is the value of getting an animal communication session with me?

I always say that anyone has the ability to talk to animals. Humans share this world (and we must continue to share this world) with other living beings, like other animals, plants,natural bodies of water, the land we walk on. Humans come to me often when it is harder for them to clearly hear, with their ears and their heart.

Roux, truthfully, never would have needed me because he loves talking to people. Communication should have been smooth, but his human booked an appointment with me to understand him better. There was one human in their household who had "mabigat ang kamay" and it bothered him. The value of my animal communication sessions highly depends on what our animal friends want to convey from their heart. I do not and cannot add nor subtract from that.

A few months after my session with Roux, his human contacted me again and revealed that they sadly found out that one of their househelp would willfully hurt ("pinipitik ang mukha") Roux to "relieve her stress." Apparently, what Roux communicated during our session bothered his human girl so much that they had to ask everyone in the household how they interact with the cats.

Roux is reportedly much happier and more confident now because his family reasonably had to let go of someone who deliberately hurts him,a member of the family. 🙏

This story is shared with consent from Roux and his humans.

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There's so much chaos and hurt in the world, lately. At least that's what I see on the news and some social media. The astrological energy for this month will feel like one giant water slide. I cannot promise fun adventures, but it will be a wild, uncontrollable ride.

Stay strong, ask for help from loved ones when it gets too heavy, and please use your work leaves and schedule real rest.

Sweet Pea and her golden thread of love

The room was glowing. I mistakenly dimissed this as simply part of the room's design. Maybe the humans loved their lamps. But the glow was consistent and all over. Sweet Pea's room was golden and this was no ordinary light. She had weaved the room with the golden thread of her life.

"You should see my human girl. I have wrapped her hands with with the same. Who are you?"

"Ann. You made a nest."

Her little body snuggled deeper in her bed, looking for comfort. Her physical body could barely make swift movements. "Everything is effortful and even drinking water feels coarse." I've seen this before: Sweet Pea was dying.

The room shifted and Sweet Pea invited me deeper into my meditation, closer to her spirit. Suddenly, she and I were climbing up a mountain. Her spirit-body was nimble and determined to reach the peak. She was close to her destination. I could also see the silhouettes of the guardians of journeying spirits. (They are colossal beings and I've met them before, at the grand hall where Dog appeared to me in a dream) They looked down at the pair of us- amused, curious, and ever patient.

Sweet Pea spoke, as we continued to climb. "I know I am dying. That body cannot handle much more. It needs the sun and here now, my spirit is being called. I cannot stop the adventure, not even to rest." Hearing this, I was then certain that her heart was ready. I could not stop her from climbing up further the mountain.

When I began to turn back, I heard her admit, "Ann, I am sad. I am sad to go first. That human-spirit and I have lived lives for six times now and I have to go first... I know we will have a seventh life together. She will know when she holds me. I have wrapped her hands with my heart. But humans are silly. They never recognize us first. Why is that?"

"Maybe humans doubt it, even when it is their heart that sees first. It will be okay."

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I really wanted to write about Sweet Pea's session. Rarely do I get to meet a cat who lived 20 human years. She crossed the rainbow bridge on Christmas day on her own terms. ✨ 🙏 Thank you, Sweet Pea, graceful and golden.

Pancho never felt unloved.

I await with bated breath Mercury's sweet return to regularity, and in its home in Virgo, nonetheless. It means, I hope everyone's permitted themselves to get some rest now because this following season is going to look like business and hell fire. (Please, I am joking.)

When everyone is properly inconvenienced by the retrogrades, the true power and effect of Mercury retrograde is its push RETURN, to look back at your life's narratives and review, reflect, rest. I find it amusing that there was brief period where I used to write essays for clients about my sessions. 🤯😵‍💫 One of these clients happened to be Pancho, who even though I have written about him, I couldn't even remember the details here shared, not until his human girl allowed me to read what I have written for her.

"When I was connecting with Pancho, he immediately connected with me and it was clear that he had left his earthly body already. It felt like he left this earth maybe two or three years ago. He couldn’t really remember the exact time because “why does that matter now?” Also it's hard to tell time when you are pure Soul... "

I was asked to talk to Pancho, to ask where he was, how he was doing, and was life treating him well. Pancho was a little golden boy who couldn't find his way back home and somewhere along that chaos, another human family gave him shelter. During our session, Pancho also revealed that he had passed perhaps two or three years prior.

Pancho, for all his misadventures, did not feel unloved.

Thank you for letting us love you, Pancho.

Why am I here?

I write about my animal communication client sessions. I am a Filipino animal communicator and I take up this space both for the animals and for myself. I aim to represent my Filipino roots and spirit.

My abilities do not come from some white and white-washed weekend certification. My audacity and pride in what I am able to do comes from my firm belief and gratitude towards the land I inhabit, the lives it nurtures, and its generous spirit that roams, yet, often much forgotten.

I am here. I do not aim to please.

Lily's box of fears

Lily was shy when we started the session. I think I even messaged her humans about this and that I might extend my time with her. It was a staring game of sorts at the beginning but I knew and felt a thought dancing inside her mind. "Maybe I will let this one see" was what I heard and then she asked me to follow her.

In the space where I communicate with animals, the environment and creativity is dependent on our animal friends. No space is the same and I am allowed to witness only what they choose to share. I am NOT in the same physical room as they are in.

When I followed Lily, expecting to see something, I saw nothing at first. But her eyes adjusted and so did mine, and we were looking at a ceiling of concrete and darkness. We were inside a concrete box. A damp and dusty feeling would fill Lily's nose. She could hear muffled noises from a distance. I asked her why she brought me to this claustrophobic scene. "This place is not fun, Lily. Are you scared, Lily?" Her answer was no bark but more and clearer visions.

Lily was remembering. The concrete box was a memory, wrapped neatly inside her sweet little heart. And, in the center of that memory was a question: where is he who put me here and fed me pansit and rice?

"Why look for him, Lily?"

"He did not hurt me. I know."

The humans who asked me to talk to Lily were her adopters. Lily was kept hidden in a basement by a caring guard, for her safety from management and the pound. He was doing his best to find her a home. ♥

Lily's heart is healing. She is happy. Her life now is full of colorful magic. Lily lives a life she so deserves, one that I am happy to witness.

Thank you, Lily. ♥

Angel doesn't understand JOB

Honestly, whenever someone hears I am an animal communicator, I have the feeling that people assume all animals are friendly towards me. If you're new here, I am here to reiterate that no, not all of them are friendly with me. In fact, birds/fowl/feathered heathen descendants of dinosaurs, generally side eye me. Growing up, I have had my fair share of close bird encounters from lovebirds, pigeons--they are the cutest, tbh, cockatoos, chickens, and kites! I have been chased on a pebbled beach by a mother hen because she incorrectly thought I was going catch her chicks (yes, my trauma from that chicken chase is very cottage-horror core!) That elephant tied up in a Bangkok zoo was filled with anger and pity towards me. The community cats I interact with do not all love me. (I have a handsome father and son duo named Toast and Kevin who hate my guts and love my food ONLY!)

So when I begin my sessions, each and every session, I do my best to come from a place of genuinely good intentions. This is one of the ways I talk about when I say I never force anything on our animal friends. And if we are still on the topic of sassy cats, Angel's name is on my list. How she lives up to her name! 🤪

It wasn't like she hated me. I just was tasked to ask her about her thoughts on life changes, as her human navigates major changes in their career arrangements. I was effectively breaking some very big ideas to Angel, none of which she welcomed very warmly. Our session began with her "hearing me" and then with her proclaiming "Oh, noisy. 😒"

"The human girl asked YOU to talk to ME because?"

"Tell the human girl I am abundant what is she talking about. Are we poor? She must be poor? She is finding a J O B? No way."

"I have water receptacles everywhere in my kingdom! I am NEVER thirsty!"

"Ann, kontrabida ka sa buhay ko! I was trying to sleep. Among other things 😒"

"I am CERTAINLY a very nice girl! That's very obvious! 🙄🤨"

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I am taking a little vacation in the Visayas this month. I'm very excited to rest! 🥰