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Psychic Medium and Animal Communicator, Charles PedenAs this is my own blog, I have no problem with partaking in a bit of shameless self promotion. While putting together the above poster, it dawned on me that animal communication has really gone mainstream. It boggles my mind to think that just four short years ago I had never even heard of an animal communicator – pet psychic. Granted I had heard of psychics, I just was a skeptic.

Of course while as a young child I had experiences that were hard to explain. There was the time that I saw our deceased cat playing in the garden while at the kitchen sink washing dishes with my mother. I pointed out our cat playing up on the hillside and was promptly reminded that she had passed the year before. That was confusing … as was seeing the ghost of a fur trader creeping around our house. My brother and I saw him, he was dressed in buckskins with a Bowie knife in his right hand and a long rifle over his back. My understanding was that he had died after being ambushed by the local tribes who were unhappy with his intrusion onto their hunting grounds.

My memories from the early years were quickly suppressed as my childhood became nothing more than a memory. As a young adult I really do not recall any unusual experiences. On January, 24th 2006 I had a ghost appear in my home and that opened up the next chapter of my life. In many ways my unfolding was like going from zero to sixty in four seconds flat, quite the ride! Even then it was another seven months before I realized that I could communicate with live animals.

These days, I find myself counseling animals and their people on a near daily basis. One recent week began with me communicating with a dog in New Delhi, India (on the phone with his person) and later that day connecting with a rabbit in New Jersey, (on the phone as well.) Later that week I saw over twenty dogs in person.

On the 27th of June I was the featured Pet Psychic at “Mind Over Mutts” an event at Jack London Square in Oakland that is put on in partnership with the Eastbay SPCA. I had a great time chatting it up with the dogs and their people. A short 10-15 minute reading was $20 with all proceeds being donated to the Eastbay SPCA. The Port of Oakland, (Jack London Square) covered my stipend for the event and I was able to donate $260 to help out the animals in Alameda county.

Some of my favorite conversations involved a dog that ratted out his persons love of betting at the track. I was sitting with a woman and her dog, I asked the dog to provide me with something that would confirm a connection with him. And all of a sudden I was seeing images of the horse track. I asked if he had been taken to the races or to the track and the lady then called out to her husband who was a short distance away, but not seated with us. He got a somewhat worried look on his face, one wonders what other secrets he had. He then confirmed that he went to the track regularly, but had never taken the dog. The dog knew about it and let the wife know about how often he likes to go … too funny.

Another humorous incident was a woman who had brought her twelve year old son and dog to see me. After chatting a little bit with the dog, she asked me if the dog knew what her son did all day … instead of playing with the dog. I asked the dog and he told me the kid played video games. She asked if the dog could tell me what game the kid plays the most. I looked at the kid who was dressed in “skater” like clothes and then said to them both, “a fighting game, called “Call of Duty.” You should have seen their jaws drop, great stuff! I will bet you that kid will never be the same again – in a good way. While it is true that I also communicate with the spirits of the deceased on a daily basis as well, I have found that communication with animals helps to “break the ice” so to speak. When I go out in public, it is not uncommon for me to see the spirits of your loved ones beside you. It is however “unnerving” for someone such as myself to approach you in public and announce that your beloved husband is still with you in spirit. It is far easier for me to simply approach your dog and ask him a question that only he can answer.

Frequently animals will come up to me in public as they recognize my ability to communicate with them. The information that will come through will be very detailed. One of the first things that animals will tell me is their age, not from birth, but from conception. Frequently past animals will make an appearance. Often times animals wish to pass on a message to their person, such as thanking them for something that they did for their animal or simply letting them know how much they love them. Sometimes health concerns will be brought up and the animal may have some insights into how to care for their problems. It is of course important to note that I am not a vet and that I am simply able to relay to you additional insights and information. It is your obligation to consult with a trained animal care specialist regarding any information brought forward during a consultation.

Working with animals is very rewarding. As with any form of communication, it is a “two way street” and if an animal does not wish to communicate there is little I can do. I will from time to time employ the “burning ears” technique, in order to encourage an animal to communicate. This technique can be very effective when an impasse has been met. For example consider the case illustrated below.

While visiting Topanga I was on a trail ride where I bumped into one of the neighbors of the person whose ranch I was staying at. This person (we’ll call her Susan) had a beautiful horse who we will refer to as “Daisy.” Susan told me that Daisy had thrown her three times recently and that she really needed some help. I told her that after we had returned to the ranch from our ride and had dinner, that I would drive over and work with her and Daisy.

Later that evening I came over to work with Daisy and Susan. I noticed Susan’s jean jacket was on the ground in the middle of the corral. Daisy had taken it off of the fence and dropped it in the dirt. I asked Daisy for a show of good will, I asked her to retrieve Susan’s jacket. Daisy walked over to the jacket, put her nose down (within two inches) of it and then she jerked her head up, turned around and commenced to pee right near it.

The horse had made it clear that she was “pissed off” now what? I then turned to Susan and asked her to explain her side of the story. Usually I will have the animal communicate with me first, however in this case the horse was quite upset and was not talking. The whole reason I had come over was because Daisy had thrown her rider three times and if that was the case, it was very dangerous and had to be addressed right away.

With Daisy not talking I turned to Susan and listened as she began to describe how she had come to acquire Daisy. It turned out that Daisy was her first horse and that she had been auctioned off at a foreclosure auction. Daisy was pregnant when Susan had purchased her. The foal had recently been weaned and that had driven a bit of a wedge between Susan and Daisy. In addition to that, Susan was lacking confidence in what she was doing and that worried Daisy.

It only got worse when Susan told me how she had been thrown. It had been a very cold morning and been determined to go for a ride, Susan had put on a snowsuit over her regular riding clothes. She was as ungainly as the Michelin Man and she slipped off the stump that she was balancing on to get in the saddle. After nearly getting in the saddle she had slipped right off. Finally she made it into the saddle and Daisy simply sat her back legs down and raised her shoulders, shrugging off Susan in the process. Not much of a throwing.

Daisy had been insulted that Susan had gone around telling people that she had been thrown. It only got worse when similar events took place and now Susan was telling everyone how dangerous Daisy was and how she had been thrown three times. The truth of the matter was that Susan was in over her head, needed some professional instruction in riding and in care for a mare and her new foal. She simply lacked confidence and knowledge, which resulted in a nervous and unhappy horse. The horse had made a judgment call and simply decided that Susan was not fit to ride her. A little bit of communication with our animals can go a long ways towards bringing peace to the ranch and or home.

Back to the shameless self promotion.

Animal Communicator – Pet Psychic

Charles Peden

Discover what many other already have … that communication with our animal companions at a near conversational level is possible through telepathy.

Phone and in person consultations available:

For bookings and rates (sliding fee scale available just ask)

Call: 925-360-7469

Web: www.charlespeden.com

An animal communication session may assist in:

  • Re-enforcing Good Behaviors
  • Understanding “Odd” Habits
  • Resolving Relationship Issues
  • Help with Difficult Questions
  • Requesting a Favorite Memory
  • Locating Missing or Lost Animals
  • Obtaining Closure with Past Animals
  • Mental and Physical Health Concerns
  • Simply Checking in with Your Animals
  • Bringing a New Animal into Your Home

Past and Present Clients Include:

  • Benicia/Vallejo Humane Society,
  • Vero Beach/Indian River County Humane Society, FL
  • ReHorse Rescue Ranch – Jamestown, CA
  • Jack London Square – Oakland, CA
  • Doggone Detectives, Dallas/Fort Worth, TX
  • Eastbay SPCA, Oakland, CA
  • Wag Hotels, San Francisco, CA
  • Macy’s Fine Department Stores, Walnut Creek, CA

Peden has become a popular attraction at fundraisers like the upcoming Vallejo event,” Benicia/Vallejo Humane Society Executive Director Peter Wilson said. “Last year he agreed to stay past the end of the event because the line to see him was so long,” Wilson said. “And the response was similar the previous year.”

Quote from the Vallejo Times Herald Newspaper from an article dated 4/09/2010

As seen and heard on:

  • Radio Alice 97.3 FM
  • KKBN 93.5 FM
  • WGCH 1490 AM
  • Good Day Sacramento
  • RTL Group (Europe)
  • San Francisco Chronicle
  • Vallejo Times Herald
  • Benicia Herald
  • Fido Friendly

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I was born in Rogue River, Oregon and after a relatively uneventful first two years, (not that I remember them) my brother was born. Life was good, I was the child of a couple of hippies and there was no public school and … no TV. When not attending to schoolwork or chores my brother and I, could be found hiking around the thousands of acres of forest land that we lived within.

I spent most of my childhood near or on the Oregon coast. Florence, Coosbay, Tillamook and the small towns in between was where I spent the early years of my life. Soon after being born my parents moved to a commune between the coast and Eugene. I then recall our family living in a farmhouse close to where the commune was. When I was about five we moved to a tiny whistle-stop of a town, so small it has since been erased off of the map. It was here that my first brush with my future would occur, a future I would only find out about twenty-seven years later.

Canary was a very small community near the coast south of Florence and here our post office and barber shop were one and the same. Around five years old I began experiencing intense flying dreams where I would find myself running from the top of the driveway all the way down towards the house, but I never would make it all the way down the driveway. At some point I ceased running and simply was flying over the house and the adjacent woods. Soon I found that in order to fly in my dreams that I simply need to rock back and forth very quickly, as if on a swing where I would swing back and forth faster and faster until I was airborne … no, more as if I was laying down on my back and rocking back and forth until I would simply float up, roll over and fly off.

The dreams were very vivid and I would often find myself doing some extensive exploring of the woods. One night I dreamt of a cabin in the woods with an apple tree in front and it was very detailed. The following day my brother and I went hiking. We ended up in an unfamiliar part of the woods and I soon began to make out landmarks from my dream. We came into a bit of a clearing and just as I had seen in my dream, there was this abandoned cabin with an apple tree in front. The place was in complete disrepair and seemed to have been there for well over twenty, thirty or more years.

We lived in a double wide mobile home and though it was no Taj Mahal, we called it home and loved it. We had over six acres of beautiful forest land within the mountainous coastal region of Oregon. The rivers and streams were teeming with wildlife. With the help of a backhoe, a caterpillar and a drilling rig, we turned that place into a homestead. Fruit trees were planted, gardens were seeded and grass was sown. Life was good, I had two great parents who though not exactly conventional, did the best they could.

My Father was raised Pentecostal while my Mother was raised Catholic. Dad went into seminary school while Mom attended Catholic School. After they both became disillusioned regarding their respective faiths, they broke with convention and struck out on their own. It was the late sixties and what a time to be angry at the establishment, they rebelled and ended up finding each other in a health food store and bookshop in Mount Shasta, California. Soon after they discovered the Eastern gurus.

They found one particular guru who they seemed to resonate with and for the next several years I would find myself singing songs in a language that I did not understand when attending the Thursday night meetings with fellow devotees. This was a confusing time in my life and not an easy one, not many of the other kids understood my parents faith, let alone myself, I just wanted to be “normal”.

As a child my parents owned a natural food candy bar company. They would print little sayings and inspirational quotes on the backs of their labels, so that the person eating it would not only have his body nourished, but perhaps his mind and his soul. Speaking of souls, When about six years old I recall seeing what I thought to be the ghost of a fur trapper. In our home.

We had a walk in closet that had been converted into a prayer room. We had a heavy piece of fabric that functioned as a door. It was located in the middle of the hallway which connected my Father’s office, our bedroom, a bathroom and prayer room with the living room.

One day while in our room, my brother and I thought we saw a shadowy figure walk from the bathroom into the prayer room. After a few more sightings, I asked Mom if she saw anything. She replied that she did not and then added that such things did not exist. I was a bit puzzled at her reply since I had sworn that I seen him, as did my brother. I don’t recall much else about it, though I do recollect his appearance in great detail. He had a coonskin hat on with buckskins, the kind with the fringe. He had a long rifle slung over his back and seemed to be carrying a Bowie knife in his right hand. He held his knife at the ready and was hunched over as if trying to sneak up on someone.

Around this time I suppressed my abilities, it was not a conscious decision, but rather a choice I made subconsciously. After being rebuked by my parents a few times when I had approached them regarding unexplained occurrences, I stopped mentioning them and they seemed to stop on their own accord. It was not until many years later that I would understand my childhood.