Yes, I talk to animals!
Does that raise any questions? Does it make you want to? Who hasn’t imagined talking to a bird or a cat?
How did I get here? First of all, through artistic creation. Since my childhood I have had the pleasure of creating with my hands and it continued until it became my profession. So, I entered the Beaux-Arts de Paris, then the Academia di Belli Arti di Venezia. Art and travel have become my two passions.
After an out of the blue paranormal experience, followed by a number of difficult reactions, I sought help because it was all beyond me alone. Fortunately I found a guide with whom I experienced an « expansion of consciousness ». Following that, I would never be the same. All my senses awoke and opened up. During an exercise I came into contact with a being I did not know, « Mother Meera », with whom I maintained a daily inner dialogue that lasted more than 10 years. She is now my spiritual mother.
It was through my travels that I was able to find the missing pieces of my puzzle. And more particularly in Polynesia, India, Mongolia and Mexico. An inner path was built parallel to my artistic work, it is this path that has nourished my expression, in a subtle and discreet way.
As an artist, I developed the ability to observe what surrounds me. As a person I felt a need for introspection and silence, which I found in the solitary work of the artist in their studio. This work is accompanied by a love for the material, its constraints and its sensuality. Just like the transformation and appearance of forms everything happened, as if by magic.
After my father’s death, I clearly perceived that a cycle was ending and that a new breath was needed. That’s when I met an Abuelo Huichol « Don Patricio », whom I followed for three years. My journey to Latin America further opened up, not just a strong attraction for a new place to live, but a want for nature, wilderness and a vibrant landscape. So I relinquished all my belongings, including my artwork and moved to Costa Rica with my eight boxes.
It was through a « Bovo », a bird from Costa Rica, that I received confirmation that I had found my piece of land. That’s when my relationship with animals really began. I love watching my horses pass by my window, my cow Julieta, my dog Chimichurri, my kittens, the chickens, the boas, the scorpions, toucans, tarantulas, thousands of birds and fascinating insects.I love them all. So you can see how communicating with animals became a necessity.
Thanks to Daniela Camino, an awesome Interspecies communicator in Latin America, I was able to deepen my knowledge and become an animal communicator myself. Thank you Daniela for passing on all of your knowledge, with such passion and dedication.
I was often asked why I had chosen Costa Rica. I didn’t know anything about it at all. What I can say today is that living in the heart of nature has opened me to my own nature, which is as beautiful as art, rich in experiences, complex as the depth of the feminine and available to us all. It exists, just like a forest. As we reach the conclusion, I would like to share an event that has been decisive in this journey. It’s the encounter with my horse « Beso de Caramelo ». When he died, I felt an unimaginable pain, followed by a strange feeling, as if I had lost « the man of my life ». Yes, I didn’t understand this sentence either. Absurd, irrational, and yet that’s exactly how I felt. This tearing, this crack that he made in me, led me to feel the flow of unconditional love. And every time I think of him, I am bathed in this Love.
For all healing and advice that I give, I begin by opening this crack. It is from this « place », bathed in unconditional love, that I begin my sessions {this was my little secret that I now share with you}.
C’est un « Bovo » oiseau au plumage multicolore qui m’a fait passé le message. Lors d’une promenade, je me suis assise un moment, devant moi sur une roche, un rayon de soleil illuminait une plume, posée là, comme une offrande. C’était féerique. Plus tard, j’ai appris que le mâle laisse une plume pour indiquer à la femelle où construire le nid. J’ai été bouleversée.
Depuis, la communication animale est devenue essentielle. Vivre au cœur de la nature m’a reconnectée à ma propre nature : complexe, riche, pleine de mystères, comme une forêt, comme le féminin.
Et puis, il y a eu cette rencontre, à la fois douloureuse et fondatrice : mon cheval, « Beso de Caramelo ». L’un des êtres les plus précieux de ma vie.
Il est tombé malade, soudainement et je n’ai rien pu faire. J’ai dû prendre la décision de l’endormir. C’était insoutenable, mais le voir souffrir l’était encore plus. Je lui ai dit : « Je t’accompagne. Dis-moi quand tu es prêt. » Un jour, il m’a regardée, profondément. Un regard triste, mais paisible : « je suis prêt. »
Ce jour là, comme par magie, un groupe d’amis est venu me rendre visite. Un à un, Beso est venu leur dire au revoir. C’était bouleversant de beauté. Un adieu parfait.
Mais le jour J, rien ne s’est passé comme prévu. Une erreur du vétérinaire, le destin, qui sait. Je n’oublierais jamais se regard, cette bête si noble, couché sur le sol, sans doute une dose trop faible qui ne le laissait pas mourir.Son regard plongé dans le mien, plein d’incompréhension. Même si l’être est disposer à partir, l’impulsion de vie est tellement forte, chaque seconde me brulait. J’étais dévasté.
J’ai mis des mois à m’en remettre. Tiago, mon autre cheval, aussi. J’avais une douleur si forte en moi que je n’osais pas en parler. Qui aurait pu comprendre ?
Puis est venu ce sentiment étrange, immense. Comme si j’avais perdu « l’homme de ma vie ». Irrationnel ? Peut-être. Mais c’est ce que j’ai ressenti. Et dans cette déchirure, quelque chose s’est révélé : une capacité nouvelle, celle de recevoir et de contenir l’amour inconditionnel. Jusqu’à faire vibrer chaque fibre de mon être.
C’est ce cœur ouvert, cette coupe en expansion, que j’offre aujourd’hui dans mes soins. C’est mon outil principal. Et ce n’est que le début.