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Chicago has slowly but surely been winning me over. My recent trip was filled with warmth and hospitality that I have begun to associate with the Windy City. My second trip to Chicago in as many years began with a missing dog and ended up in the stables of a horse barn in Beecher. During my stay I headlined the launch party for K94keeps.org – a new Chicago area dog rescue group and put on an animal communication clinic for the ABU Arabian Horse Club in Beecher, IL. In my travels I came into contact with some wonderful people and made new friends, best of all I changed several lives and communicated with dozens of animals, living and past including cats, dogs, horses a monkey and even a lama.

In early August this year Kristin Yoshida lost her dog Milo in Chicago. When she contacted me to locate him I was successful in making contact with him and having him lead us directly to him. He told me the area where he went missing, showed me where he was. He was in a hurry to get rescued, he told me that he was stuck in a parking garage. His leash was jammed under the tire of a vehicle that he described as a cross between an SUV and a sedan. Milo said that the vehicle was white with black and green company logo/lettering on it. He said that he could not vocalize because his collar had gotten tight around his neck in his efforts to free himself. When he was found, he was as I had described, underneath a white Enterprise rent a van.

The story of his recovery was big news as was the story of his disappearance. That night Milo’s story was on TV http://abclocal.go.com/wls/story?section=news%2Flocal&id=8295871 and I was once again happy to see an animal rescued due to my ability to communicate with them telepathically. The building where he lived was buzzing with the news of his amazing story and pretty soon one of the individuals who works at the building contacted me about her animals, several cats and horses. She was very happy with the connections I provided for her and she asked if I could connect with her boarders and their horses.

Soon after her initial “reading” she arranged a get together at her stables and the phone was passed around with me connecting everyone present to the horses in front of them. At one point a horse who had passed came through, gave us his physical description and age and then delivered one of the most touching messages I have delivered in some time. The horse said, “When it is your turn to cross over to the other side, I will greet you and carry you across on my back.”

Milo has been going to Bark Avenue Playcare for awhile and Daniel and Amy mentioned that they were launching a dog rescue group called K94keeps.org. After adopting out and helping around 150 dogs over the past few years they along with a few others got together and founded the dog rescue group. To celebrate the launch of their non-profit dog rescue, they wanted to throw a party/fundraiser and thought I would be a great additional to their event.

One of the woman who I connected to her horses over the phone was connected to the ABU Arabian Horse Club and asked if I could put on a clinic for them. So with another missing dog out there, and events lined up I booked a flight and headed out to Chicago.

With my coming out to Chicago, I figured I would have one last chance to try and bring in a missing dog named Queenie, I had been volunteering my time over the phone to search for her and after hitting several snags felt as though we might finally have a chance of connecting with her. In my experience if an animal wants to be found, they typically cooperate fully, provide detail as to their whereabouts and are recovered fairly quickly or within the time frame they specify.  Queenie had not cooperated from the beginning.

What had started out as your typical simple missing animal case had taken on a whole new dimension. Queenie took off near O’Hare airport in Wood Dale and belonged to a truck driver based in Oregon, over 2,000 miles away. Queenie, a “blue” Queensland Healer or cattle dog with a stubby tail had been caught twice, but gave each person the slip. She clearly did not want to be caught.

Shortly after getting involved in the search for her, it became apparent to me that the clues to her location were coming from someone else and not the dog. After having no sightings for over a week I was successful in pulling the search teams out of the wrong town and placing them within less than an hour of her whereabouts. Once the searchers converged on a park that I had led them to, a police officer stopped them and asked them what they were doing. When shown the missing poster he reported having seen the dog himself not more than 45 minutes earlier at an intersection about a block or two away.

With her within a short distance of the search teams she again gave those trying to help return her to her owner the slip, under the cover of darkness she disappeared into a nearby forest preserve. A few months later with winter fast approaching and a trip to Chicago taking place I decided to reach out and try and connect with her, so as to bring her in before the first snows had fallen.

Making contact with information concerning her possible whereabouts and having received no additional sightings since the last time she gave us the slip, a team was assembled and a location to focus on was brought to our attention. This time the search area was another forest preserve, a bit west of the last area she was seen in and far enough from the airport so that the noise of the planes was not as intense. Most importantly it was the type of environment that Queenie could easily survive in and stay hidden from those attempting to bring her in.

After searchers checked out the new location to no avail I figured that I would throw a “hail Mary” pass and try and locate her myself, in person.

So, with two events, private readings being booked, and a missing dog to locate, I drove to the airport in Sacramento and on a stormy Thursday boarded a flight to Denver where after a layover of a few hours I would be flying on to Chicago, Midway.  Airplanes are entertaining in the sense that you are afforded a group of strangers who must spend several hours together in cramped quarters. Sometimes I will channel animals connected to those who I am sitting with. On one of the flights, a woman who had a fear of flying was flying with her daughter of college age. He daughter kept trying to calm her down and she was nervous about everything that was going on in the plane, she kept asking if various sounds etc., were normal.

After we had taken off I revealed what kind of work I do. The woman and her daughter asked about one of their animals. In attempting to make a connection I saw an older screen door that had a wooden frame and that opened outward on hinges. Bother the woman and her daughter said that they did not have a screen door like that, theirs was a slider. I then heard the number 16 to which I saw a cat being connected to it and the screen door. The woman then told me that she had a screen door like the one I described at their last house and that a cat who would be 16 now had gone missing outside that very door.

The flight went by very quickly and after landing the woman and daughter expressed appreciation for the connections as well as the very distracting conversation which kept her from panicking on the flight. She mentioned that on a previous flight she ended up on the floor of the aircraft with a flight attendant holding her. Once I had exited the aircraft and met my host for my stay in the Chicago area, I picked up my luggage and we drove a little over an hour to the south of Chicago, to a town called Beecher.

For the duration of my stay I was the a guest at a private residence among the cornfields and horse ranches on the outskirts of Beecher, about a city block from the state line with Indiana. When we pulled up to the 100 year old farmhouse I was staying at I briefly was concerned that there might be a presence in the house, to my relief it was ghost free and I found myself soon making good friends with a dog named Johnson. Chris and Diana showed me great warmth and hospitality and I greatly enjoyed my stay at the farm house. It was like a bed and breakfast, I quickly adjusted to central time and enjoyed my morning cup of coffee while taking in the view of the fields and gently rolling hills.

After sleeping in the first morning, I went over to the stables and met the horses and barn cats. Later that Friday evening I had the fundraiser I was doing for the dog rescue up in the city, but for now I was free to connect with the horses that I had only previously met telepathically. Several of the cats and horses connected with me and I greatly enjoyed my morning and afternoon. I had a few phone readings that I knocked out from the house and then after a bit we headed up to Chicago Party Animals on Fulton in Chicago where the fundraiser party was taking place. I had a few private in person readings before the event got underway and with not a minute to spare we made it to the venue.

The private readings went very well and then it was time for the fundraiser to get underway. People were hunting for parking, getting stuck in traffic and so we started late as people were still arriving. After a quick introduction by Daniel, I went on and after a brief lecture and had fielded a few general questions, I began the portion of the evening that everyone had been waiting for.

An open channeling session is what I call it when I simply bring through animals that I see coming in of their own accord, and not necessarily those that people are wishing to connect with. By doing an open session I can for the most part eliminate what I call “line jumpers” or those who show up on occasion instead of the individual I am being asked to connect with. After an open channeling session of 30 minutes or so I will then switch to a focused channeling session where I will call on members of the audience who have raised their hand and who then provide me the name of an animal to connect with followed by a quick question for them. This approach works equally well for living or deceased animals.

The first connection I had coming through was a dog who had been disabled. I saw a harness for the back legs being assembled, but never completed or utilized, like the animal had crossed over before ever using the harness. A woman in the crowd raised her hand and after I called on her, she confirmed that was her dog coming through. She had built a harness for him and just before it was completed the dog had died. The dogs message was that even though he never had a chance to use the harness, that it meant a lot to him that she had put the effort forward to help him and that it did not go unnoticed.

After I was done with the dog with the harness, I looked over to the left side of the room and saw a monkey standing against the wall. Since this was a dog rescue fundraiser I was surprised to see an animal that walks upright coming through. I brought forward to the crowd that I had an animal coming through that walked upright. Briefly flashing on videos I have seen where dogs who have their front legs either missing or disabled, have learned to walk upright I realized that this was no dog. The monkey informed me that they were not a dog or an ape and that they were a Capuchin monkey.

As I brought forward the monkey and described them to the audience, the same woman who had the dog with the harness raised her hand and claimed a connection to the monkey. When she was younger her mother had a jeweler she would frequent. This jeweler owned a monkey that sat in a cage on one of his display cases. In order to entice her young daughter to accompany her at the jewelers, the mother would remind her daughter that once there she could visit with and play with the monkey. The girl began to look forward to her visits with the monkey. The monkey from her childhood was coming through to confirm that she too enjoyed those visits and looked forward to them as well. Very touching.

The rest of the evening was a blur as the connections pick up their pace and as the crowd loosened up and really got into it. After I was done and the last door prize had been raffled off, I hung around a bit and had the opportunity to meet some of the people whom I had channeled animals for. I made some great connections with people who greatly appreciate the work that I do and who themselves care greatly about animals and their welfare. With the launch party declared a success and talk of making the evening an annual event, we left and returned to Beecher for the evening.

The following day, Saturday was filled with private readings for those who had attended the event the prior evening. After spending the morning taking care of email and voice mail as well as working with the horses at the stables, we returned to Chicago. Before connecting with people from the prior evening I had a request to make a house call in old town and we headed out to the north end of downtown Chicago.

There was a woman who had some dogs who were overly aggressive to visitors and she was looking for help in dealing with their behavior. As promised, when I entered the home, two of her dogs went into full attack mode, everything short of actually biting, very aggressive barking and flashing their teeth as well as the whites of their eyes. After entering the kitchen/dining room, we sat down to talk about their behavior, pretty soon one of the dogs came over to me and began licking my hand and saying that he was sorry for his display of aggression.

I realized that there were a few issues that could be addressed. For one thing when the animals would go off barking and showing an aggressive display, the woman of the house would strongly react. She would become anxious and stressed out herself, while trying to get the animals to stop, she would get agitated and seemed to only feed their behavior. I told her that they were simply trying to be good guard dogs and that to help them she should tell them thank you for alerting us to a possible threat and now that you (the dogs) have done so, we can take it from here. In addition, if she and her husband told the dogs that while they are home they can watch things, and the dogs can relax until they are gone or in bed, and then it’s the dog’s turn to keep watch.

Secondly a lot of what was going on was that every guest who came over was subjected to the same treatment I had received and that by doing so, the visit became one about the dogs and their behavior and not about the guest and their reason for visiting. So if they instead put the dogs in time out for such behavior instead of having to explain it to their guests and then having  one of the dogs coming over to lick the hand of the guest after the show of aggression, they could restore the visits to being focused on the guest and not the dogs who had figured out how to make every visit from someone into an event that was focused on them.

By rewarding the good behaviors and by setting small goals and by ignoring/properly responding to the bad behaviors and by taking the focus off of the dogs during visits and using a time out room if needed, I expect that in time order will be restored. My favorite part of the visit was when I was working with the dog who has proven to be the most aggressive. I was warned that he has bitten or nipped in the past. He was sitting on his bedding in the dining room, I then asked the dog if I could sit beside them. I was cautioned that when the housekeeper tries to clean near the dogs bedding that the dog becomes very aggressive and does not tolerate people coming near their bedding.

I simply sat on the edge of the bedding and pretty soon the dog began scooting closer and before long a paw was resting on my lap, by the time I was done we had really connected I was petting them as they lay beside me. Even the most savage (acting) animal wants to be loved and understood. I also spoke to the owners about using positive reinforcement with the way that they discuss their dogs behavior. I have high hopes that before too long the dogs will be much more relaxed and open to visits and will only go on the attack when needed.

Kristin, Milo and Charles Peden

My next series of in person readings was due to begin soon and so we left old town for the west side of Chicago and soon found ourselves at Bark Avenue Playcare on Fulton. Above their facilities is a photography studio and we utilized that space for private readings. My favorite connection that day was with Milo and Kristin. This was my first chance to meet Milo in person. I was cautioned that he does not seem to like men very much, however he would not stop giving me kisses for the longest time, finally someone grabbed a camera and got a few photos of the last few kisses he gave me.

Charles Peden with Milo the dog whose life was saved by telepathic communication.

Once done with the private readings we returned to Beecher and turned in for the evening. The following morning we woke up to a change in the weather, for my visit so far, the weather had been in the sixties and clear, now it was wet and windy with a chance of snow being forecast for a little later in the week. We began the day by attending to the horses at the stables and after mucking stalls, feeding and watering them I got ready for the afternoons event that was scheduled to begin around 2 pm. Prior to that I had one in person reading to do with a couple who could not stay for the event, after their reading was done people began showing up and I took a few minutes to relax before going on and doing a lecture followed by a group reading.

The event for the ABU Arabian Horse Club of Beecher was well attended and after my talk I began channeling. The first few connections were a bit rough with people not claiming them right away or with them completely forgetting about the animals coming through until later in the evening. After awhile things really picked up and many horses as well as other animals connected – including a lama. One of my favorite connections was this large black stallion that came through early on, he was bringing forward a message about how much he was sorry for having thrown his person and injuring them. No one claimed a connection to him until a gentleman arrived late. He jokingly asked his wife if “Cricket” had come through apologizing about the “moonshot” bucking he had delivered to the gentleman and the subsequent injury he received. I realized that this was the horse that had not yet been claimed and sure enough we got a confirmation.

After the event was done I had several private readings to attend to. One of my favorite private sessions involved a woman’s mother who I saw standing behind her daughter during the private session. When I described the woman and her style of glasses, the woman confirmed that was indeed her mother with her and that she was very much aware of her presence in her life, since her passing. After everyone had left we turned in for the evening and I began thinking about what I had scheduled for the next day – going out in person and looking for Queenie the missing dog.

Monday morning was foggy and cool, we drove nearly two hours away and to Mallard Lake Preserve east of O’Hare. We met up with a few other searchers, volunteers with the PACT Humane Society and after trying to get a read on Queenie’s location at the preserve – with no luck, we headed out. I typically do not search for missing animals in person, I simply make a telepathic connection with them and if they wish to be found, recovery usually takes place fairly quickly. Queenie had been missing now for months, with no additional sightings and I figured that this was a “hail Mary” pass, and that the odds were stacked against us, however being in Chicago right before the winter set in I figured it was worth one more attempt.

Prior to coming out to the preserve I had repeatedly told Queenie where to meet us and she had several days to get into position to be easily located. As it turned out she was not cooperating and after a few hours of wandering around in an area that seemed to be to her liking I called off my involvement in the search. If I had been receiving additional details as to her location within the preserve we would have continued looking, however if an animal does not wish to be located we could have been within ten feet of her and never known about it. Greatly disappointed, we left and decided to swing by a pet store and treat our dogs. We had brought Johnson a chocolate lab mix with us and my red healer, Peaches was back home in California.

As we went through the store I asked Johnson what he wanted and he picked out some treats for himself. I looked for a squeaky toy and some treats for her as well. While shopping for my dog I had a telepathic conversation with her where she let me know what type of treats she wanted and after checking out we returned to Beecher. Two hours later in Beecher I was on the phone with my wife when she mentioned Peaches telling her about a squeaky toy, I then told her that I had indeed purchased one for her. My wife said that Peaches had brought it to her attention 2 hours ago. I checked my receipt, I had purchased the toy and treats exactly 2 hours earlier. Diana, (my host for my stay) had overheard our conversation and asked me to ask my wife what color the squeaky toy was, without hesitation my wife replied that it was orange – it was.

Tuesday was originally going to be spent continuing to look for Queenie, provided that she was helping with locating her position, she was not cooperative and so instead I had some time to work with the horses in person. I spent the day mucking stalls, working the horses on their jumps in the arena and feeding and watering them. Tuesday evening was colder than all the other days I had been there and so on Wednesday we returned to the stables and I once again worked with the horses.

One of the horses in particular had an issue with men, Tia was known to shy away from men and she avoided them at all costs, so I was determined to connect with her. This time instead of just feeding, watering and cleaning stalls I also brushed all of the horses and put their blankets on. One of the horses had never worn a blanket before and when I dressed him, he took to it right away without fuss. When I approached Tia she was at first a bit shy, however pretty soon I had her brushed too and in her cold weather gear. She and I connected very well, she responds to a gentle approach and most men had tried to force their will on her which she would then reject. I really enjoyed spending time with her, and all the other horses for that matter.

During my last few days staying at the farmhouse in Beecher I had bonded very closely with Johnson and he had taken to sleeping with me each night, he made a wonderful bed mate and on my last day he was moping about – he’s not good with saying goodbye. As I waited for my flight at Midway, the first real snow of the season hit and I realized I was leaving just in time. My flight home was filled with my channeling animals connected to those sitting beside me and time passed quickly. I look forward to my next trip and to what adventures lie ahead. A heartfelt thank you goes out to those I connected with in Chicago, I will reflect fondly on the warmth of the hospitality that I found in the windy city.

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I suppose that you have not made it, in a controversial field until the critics of your chosen line of work begin targeting you. With that being said, I was rather amused when I read my first piece of unflattering commentary and opinion in a Chicago area online news publication. One of the contributors to the paper had written a piece titled, “Dr. Doolittle works better in movie than in real life.” The author of the piece “Jerry Moore” goes on to write about how hearing an interview with me on WGN radio recently had awoken the skeptic in him. To his credit, I too would have been skeptical listening to that interview as recently as 2006, however my own personal experiences with the supernatural, ghosts, communications from the other side and even the ability to communicate with living animals telepathically has changed my beliefs and knowledge of the world that we live in.

While everyone is entitled to their own opinions on any and every subject , it is a bit different when you make them public in a forum such as a newspaper or TV show. By going public with your viewpoints, or opinions, you are by proxy advertising yourself as somewhat of an expert in the field being commented on or at the very least you are expected to have your facts right and to have researched your subject prior to speaking about it.

Up until this article came out, all the articles written about me are from reporters and journalists who took the time to research the subject that they were writing about. I have provided readings on air while being interviewed on the radio and I have provided readings to reporters who were shocked by the material brought through and then went on to write about their own experience.

Had the author of this un-researched article bothered to read my web site (he claims he did) he would have seen that my very first testimonial is from a woman whose dog I assisted in recovering, she credits me for locating her and says that without my help it would not have been possible for her to have closure, (testimonial is located near the bottom of the home page) In the most recent TV news story which discusses my work in finding lost animals, the owner of Milo a dog that went missing in downtown Chicago is seen on camera saying that after spending less than an hour with her on the phone that I led her right to her dog.

Jerry Moore goes on to say that Karl, (the owner of the dog that is missing in the Wood Dale area near Chicago (which I was being interviewed about)) had contracted my services in locating Queenie, the missing dog. In fact it was due to the publicity surrounding my assisting in the return of Milo that led to my being involved in the hunt for Queenie.
 
A volunteer at the PACT Humane Society came to me with the story about Karl and his missing dogs, she then paid for my services, enough to cover about two house of my time at my regular rates. However I ended up spending over eight hours on the investigation and donated the bulk of my time. I worked directly with both Karl and his fiance’ Amy as well as with several members of the PACT Humane Society.
 
While looking for Queenie it became apparent to me and other members of the search team, that she was not ready to come in yet. Through my abilities I was successful in pulling a volunteer search team out of the Wood Dale area and in to the Elk Grove area where we were able to pick up a trail that had gone cold for over a week. Pretty soon I had the search teams within an hour of her location, unfortunately time worked against us and we lost her in a large field as dark closed in on the search teams. After coming so close to finding her, we decided to change tactics and to begin a more aggressive public awareness campaign and expect that once the weather changes and food becomes more scarce, that she will “turn herself in.”
 
Jerry goes on to comment “But it’s hard to take this stuff seriously, as Peden offers plenty of caveats about his readings. Sometimes he’s able to find lost pets; sometimes he’s not. Sounds like the same chances that volunteer searchers have on any given day.”
 
If my family member was missing, animal or human and there was any chance that consulting a psychic medium and animal communicator would increase the chances of being able to locate them, I would certainly give it a shot … but not prior to having my own experiences … I too was a skeptic.
 
Mr. Moore, I am offering you an opportunity to experience my abilities either over the phone or in an IM chat session. I will with only the name of the animal make a connection with them, describe them back to you, (physical descriptions, ages, manner of passing etc.)  and I will answer any questions that you ask of them in order to confirm a connection. Please call me 925-360-7469 or email me charles@charlespeden.com and I will be happy to provide you with a demonstration of my abilities.
August 8, 2011 (CHICAGO) (WLS) -- A dog named Milo that disappeared while his owner rushed to help a woman is back by her side, thanks to a dog communicator.

Screen Capture ABC News 7 Chicago

August 8, 2011 (CHICAGO) (WLS) — A dog named Milo that disappeared while his owner rushed to help a woman is back by her side, thanks to a dog communicator.

Kristin Yoshida and Milo were out for a walk when a woman tried to jump from the CTA stop at Kinzie and Wells. Yoshida pulled the woman to safety, but dropped Milo’s leash. She said she called a “dog communicator” who suggested Milo might be in a parking garage. Yoshida’s father found the dog in the parking garage of Yoshida’s building.

“We were on the phone for less than an hour and he led me right to my dog. And he kept saying something about the number five. I always park down here and today my car is on the fifth floor because there was no parking when I came home,” Yoshida said.

Milo was thirsty and hungry when she found him, but seems to be fine.

(Copyright ©2011 WLS-TV/DT. All Rights Reserved.)
 
 
Unfortunately the story above lacks several details, as I am the “dog communicator” Animal Communicator, (Pet Psychic) who led Kristin to Milo, let me share my side of the story.
 
August 8th, 2011 was already a busy day with a house call earlier in the day to look into a possible ghost issue at a nearby residence. After identifying the ghost and encouraging him to move on, I returned home just in time to spend some quality time with my family.
 
While sitting down and enjoying a family movie, my phone rang and I knew that it was an emergency. As I left the living room I told my family that I had to take the call and went downstairs to my office.
 
A woman had been walking her dog 48 hours ago and had prevented someone from committing suicide, and while doing so dropped her dogs leash, the dog then ran off. Only knowing that this had taken place around the Chicago area and that the dog’s name was Milo, I proceeded to telepathically connect with Milo and assisted in leading Kristin to him.
 
Prior to describing Milo to Kristin, I saw a small Yorkie like dog, (as it turns out – that dog was missing too and also was in the Chicago area.)
 
When I connected with Milo he told me that he was a medium to large dog, with a lot of black on his face. He told me that he was a working breed.
 
Kristin confirmed the details and then I asked if the bridge was over a narrow yet deep body of water, she said no … I then saw the water turn green and knew that I was dealing with an incident that took place in the downtown part of Chicago. I pulled up a map and while doing so I told Kristin that the bridge was not over water, and that she had been just north of downtown Chicago, which she then confirmed.
 
While looking at the map (via Google) of the city, I saw an intersection that caught my attention. I asked her about the area near the intersection of Kinzie and Wells. Kristin was surprised that I asked her about that location and then confirmed that was where she had lost Milo.
 
I then “saw” a number five and asked if Milo was five and Kristin said “No.” I then told her that number was important and to set it to the side until I made more sense of it.
 
I then “saw” the river again and saw a big bend in it. Then I “saw” a parking garage.
 
I felt as though Milo was trapped, unharmed, thirsty, hungry and dry.
 
Again I “saw” a parking garage, Kristin told me that she thought he had gone into one and began asking questions about it.
 
As it turned out, I ended up describing two parking garages, one with a single level (the one she thought he was in) and I “saw” another garage that Kristin recognized as being hers at home. The garage at her home was multi-level. I “saw” Milo on the fifth floor. He was under a white vehicle that was a cross between an SUV and a sedan, the vehicle had a green logo or lettering on it.
 
I also “saw” the public art sculpture that Milo frequently uses as his place to take care of “business.”
 
At one point I told Kristin to stop wasting time and go out and bring Milo home as he was thirsty and trapped by his leash under the vehicle.
 
Kristin asked me if Milo would come to her father or if she would be the one to find him, I told her that her father would connect with him.
 
After the call I had an errand to run and headed down the mountain and into town. On the way down the hill my cell phone rang, it was Kristin, they had just found Milo.
 
Milo was found on the 5th floor of Kristin’s parking garage. The images I was shown of the one story garage have to do with him going there first. He then showed me several locations he is familiar with while walking around downtown Chicago. The last pieces of information he showed me had to do with him being in his person’s parking garage. Milo was located under a white minivan that was an Enterprise rental vehicle, it had the word Enterprise in green on the vehicle.
 
Later that evening all of the major Chicago based television stations ran a story about how Milo was found with the aid of a “dog communicator” or animal communicator as I like to be referred to.
 
Not all tales have a happy ending, lost animal cases, next to missing person cases, are some of the most difficult types of readings to do. Sometimes great joy can be found in a tearful reunion, other times tragic events have unfolded and the animal may have been killed or as in one recent case, they simply do not wish to return home for one reason or another.
 
Among the world of animal communicators, there are only a handful that work missing animal cases, and even fewer who work without a photo and or description of the animal who has gone missing. I only require the animal’s name in order to establish a connection. Once I have brought forward details that confirm a connection, such as age, breed, physical appearance, events that led up to the animal going missing etc., then I can work with the animal to find out where they are and if it is possible for them to come home on their own, or if I should direct the pet owner to recover them themselves.
 
To learn more about Psychic Medium and Animal Communicator Charles Peden, visit www.charlespeden.com/.
 

Florida was fun, busy … but enjoyable. The night before leaving Vero Beach I checked on my flight status and even though over 750 flights had been canceled earlier that day … it looked as though my flight was on schedule. I had arranged for a ride to the airport and was on my way by a little after 8:45 that morning. I had a bit of a delay in Orlando when going through airport security … apparently sand in a zip lock baggie raises eyebrows. After security checked to make sure that the sand was not from Columbia … I was allowed to pass through security.

Chicago Skyline

Orlando has a large airport and while there I checked out the shops. In one of the shops I purchased several t-shirts with Orlando themes for the girls back home. After boarding my flight to Chicago, the captain of the flight announced over the intercom that we were going to be expecting a rough flight and that due to a very active jet stream sweeping across the country, that we would be flying lower than normal. As it turned out our pilot was outstanding and the turbulence was kept to a minimum. During the flight we watched “The Invention of Lying” and after the movie was over I turned to the passenger sitting next to me and told him that I did what Ricky claimed to do in the movie … talk to people about the afterlife and communicate with the other side. The rest of the flight went by very quickly as we chatted about my abilities.

It had stopped snowing for several hours by the time we got in to Chicago and my flight landed on time and with no bumps or bruises. At the baggage claim I had to wait for quite some time before my bags began to arrive from my flight and after finally recovering my bags, I was met by a limo and my contact in Chicago. I am pretty sure that our limo driver had never heard a conversation quite like the one that my contact and I, on the ride to where I was staying, engaged in. After arriving at the home I would be staying at for the next several days, I “checked in” and then we went out for dinner.

Italian food is one of my weaknesses, I enjoy good ravioli, gnocchi and just about anything that comes out of an Italian kitchen (provided that it is vegetarian.) I have a few things to say when it comes to food. The first is that when busy I will simply eat anything fast and hopefully healthy … I drink protein drinks like Odowalla and eat things that are convenient. If I will be on camera or working with the public I am careful to avoid foods that get stuck in your teeth and or which might become part of your wardrobe. On the other hand I also love food and fine dining along with a quality glass of wine. Sometimes meals should be an event, not simply a refueling pit stop but rather a destination where the process of refueling is just as important as being recharged. I ordered the three cheese raviolis and a plate of gnocchi which we split as well as a salad. As I was enjoying my food and my glass of vino, I could not help but overhear the conversation taking place in the booth next to ours.

A family was eating next to us and the grandfather was telling his grandchildren how several rock stars had died via drugs … alcohol and through other means such as plane crashes. At one point I tapped the woman whose father was telling his grandkids about these musicians who had passed and I tapped her on the shoulder and quietly mentioned to her that should she ever want to contact the people her father was talking about … that I could do it. I passed my card to her and when she tried to give it back I simply let her keep it and then went back to my dinner. I also had fun with the waiters. I had been ribbing one about how I was from California and the day I fly into Chicago they had an early morning earthquake.

Old man from "UP"At one point, one of the waiters asked what I was doing, was I flying for business or pleasure. I told him that I was on business. He made the mistake of asking what type of business and then I told him that I spoke to the dead and to both living and deceased animals. He thought I was joking or that I worked with the coroners office. I offered my card and he seemed both taken aback and a bit frightened … perhaps he had something to hide.
The Farside Cartoon

One sight that will never leave me is the caricatures that were sitting not too far away from us. A few tables over there was an older woman who had her white hair up in a bun and had on a garish purple and red outfit with pearls, she had on granny glasses, was a bit overweight and hunched over a bit. She looked just like the lady in the “Far side” cartoons. Her husband was incredible … he looked just like the old man character in “Up.” I tried to snap a photo, but the lighting was poor and I did not want to violate their privacy. After dinner we returned to the home I was staying at and I settled in for my first night in Chicago.

The next morning I awoke to a brilliant sun beaming down on the fresh snow … a beautiful sight, one to enjoy briefly and then return to warmer climes. After a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee, we headed out to my first appointment. It was an in person reading with three cats for one of my contacts clients. One of the questions was regarding the problem that one of the cats was having with his nerves. This poor cat was scared silly by just about anything. As I chatted with the cat, he told me how sensitive his hearing was. He told me that he missed his old home where it was quiet. The cat then showed me the sound of large dumpsters being emptied into a garbage truck and the huge boom of the dumpsters being dropped back on the ground after being emptied. As it turns out this is a thing that they deal with every morning and the cats food dishes are near the window that is right over the alley where the dumpsters are. We agreed to move the food dishes to a quieter location and to avoid moving too quickly through the home, the man of the house frightened the cat with his big strides and fast movements, the cat did not want to get crushed under foot.

After the reading was over we went on to the next in person private reading which was located at a home furnishings boutique. During the reading the owner asked to connect with one of her former employees. The woman came through and began talking to me about a crystal lamp. It was a Tiffany lamp that she owned and that the owner had put up for sale, the woman said that if the owner liked her so much, that she should keep the lamp and not sell it as it was her last physical connection with her. Several other spirits came through and afterwards I selected a sculpture that I liked to bring home for my wife, Heidi.

After the two readings in the morning we stopped in at Whole Foods and I made a discovery http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/ a chocolate bar with chilies and cinnamon infused into

Vosges Chocolate

it along with several other gourmet chocolate bars with rare and exotic flavors caught my attention and I picked them up. We returned home and after eating lunch I did several additional readings on the phone. After my readings on the phone were completed we went back out and I did another private in home reading. During the reading I was working with relationship issues and I kept telling the woman that she had to remember that she was not alone and that her ancestors were there for her. After the time ran out, I got up to go when the spirit of her grandmother came up to me and tapped me very hard on the shoulder. I then asked the spirit coming through as to how they knew the woman who I was with. The spirit told me that she was a female, older, and that she was on the woman’s father’s side and that she was her grandmother. The woman confirmed that it was her grandmother coming through. A few more details were added to remind her that she was with her and not to be distraught.

That evening we had a dinner party near downtown Chicago scheduled. It was at my hosts daughters place that she was sharing with several college flat-mates. I drove into the city and was treated to gridlock traffic on the way in, once arriving I found a nice parking spot in snow several inches deep on the side of the street. I did discover a love of heated seats in vehicles while in Chicago and I also found gloves to be indispensable. We went up stairs and found the place to be spacious and rather nice … if you were a college student. There were several house-mates and a few friends present and after we had opened up some wine we started to chat a bit. After a bit I was asked if I could chat with the animals that were present. There were two reptiles in the flat, a Bearded Dragon and a Rainbow Boa.

With no prior knowledge of the animals and having never studied either species I walked over to the tellurium that the Bearded Dragon was in I asked if she was male or female, and she said “female.” I then asked how old she was, she told me “five.” I turned and told the reptiles person that she was definitely a girl and that she was five years old. After everyone had retrieved their jaws from the floor, I continued to converse with the Bearded Dragon. After an in depth conversation, I moved on to the Rainbow Boa.

The next day I was scheduled to appear at a local bar and grill that also had live music and other acts, for private readings in the evening. I ended up sleeping in and getting some much needed rest after having had almost no down time since my journey had begun. Prior to getting ready for the evening I sat down to watch some music videos via Comcast On Demand. The video I was looking for was the Black Eyed Peas, “I Got a Feeling.” After watching it I was drawn to a Tupac video and was told that I should watch it. I then connected with Tupac and was not entirely sure why he had come by. I have met his spirit several times and this time he simply said that I would know why he came by … later.

After watching the music videos, I dressed for the evening. As I was going to be “entertaining” this evening, I got dressed up with a fedora, black wool coat, black dress pants and black leather gloves with a black vest, purple shirt and black tie. I also had a black and white scarf and black leather shoes. Feeling as sharp as a Chicago “Wiseguy” and ready to “entertain” we headed out for the evening’s activities. Just prior to leaving though I thought about lightening my wallet. I had five $100 bills on me and thought that if the unthinkable happened, and someone tried to mug me, that if I left my larger bills at the place I was staying, that it would be safer. I had no intention of spending them and had no reason to carry them. For some reason though … I left them in my wallet as I felt that I had to carry them with me.

After arriving at our location we parked and went in early to enjoy a bit of dinner prior to the evening getting underway. I saw the signup sheet and was surprised to see that the six or so individuals who had signed up in advance all had their names crossed off. We met the owner and he informed us that everyone who had signed up in advance, had canceled one by one over the course of the last few days. Since I did not “need” to “work” I figured I would sit down and simply enjoy the evening. As it turned out it was a few spirits who were associated with the owner of the place who had prompted the clearing of the sign up sheet. With all the cancelations I was able to spend the evening with the owners of the place and it was most enjoyable.

While enjoying a glass of wine and a plate of raviolis, I fielded their questions, shared stories and insights and channeled various loved ones. At one point the owners wife shared a story regarding her mother. Her friends mother had made a deal with her daughter that she would show her dimes after she passed. Upon hearing this, the woman decided that she would do a bit better with her mother and so prior to her mothers passing, she requested $100 dollar bills, since if dimes were possible, why not c-notes? She told me that while cleaning out her mothers dresser she found a one hundred dollar bill, another one arrived in the mail from a distant relative, who sends cash in the mail these days? and $100 dollar bills, not often. So she asks me, “Why doesn’t she send me more if those two were from her?” I replied that it was simply due to the law of “supply and demand.”

Before I could move on to another topic I was told to open up my wallet and pull out the $100 dollar bills in my pocket. Her mothers spirit asked me to toss them on the table in front of her daughter. I dropped them in front of her, I told her that she could look at them, but not have them. After she chuckled and told me that was “just like her mother” I scooped them back up and put them back in my wallet. A bit later a blues band came in and after enjoying them for a few minutes we retired for the evening.

More about my visit to Chicago in upcoming posts …

Florida was proving to be a lot of fun and busy. The prior day, my first full day in Florida had begun early and ended late, so late in fact that when I got in the night before, my hosts had already turned in for the evening. After showering, eating a bowl of cereal and enjoying a cup of Peet’s coffee it was time to head out, but there was one more thing I had to do before I could head out for the day. I told my host about my wife and her sand story, my host informed me that just five minutes and I would be walking onto the beach. I had a few minutes before my first client of the day showed up and so I took a walk through the neighborhood and down to the beach, eight houses away.

It was a brilliant morning with the sun already warming the air and the sand. I took out my cell phone and made a video clip of the walk to the beach and then sent it to my wife who was asleep at home in California. I then took out a plastic zip-lock baggie and filled it with sand while filming the whole thing with my phone. I then sent the clip of me collecting the sand to my wife. Mission accomplished, now I could return to focusing on chatting with animals and those who had already passed on to the other side.

After returning to the home I was staying at, my first appointment of the day pulled up and we drove to where she is boarding her horse. After driving for about fifteen minutes, we pulled up to some polo fields and a very spacious horse boarding and riding facility. After we parked, we walked up to the stalls and she introduced me to her horse. Though he is not named Trigger, that’s what I will call him for this story. His person (we will call her Joan) had a few questions for Trigger. Her first question was regarding an individual by the name of “Cory” (once again not his real name.) Joan asked me if Trigger missed Cory. The first thing that I thought was that she was referring to another human, however Trigger immediately told me that he did not miss Cory, because Cory was with him nearly all the time. I then asked Trigger who Cory was, he told me that Cory was an eight year old horse who had passed and that he did not miss him because his spirit was with him. I relayed the information to Joan, she was shocked at how easily I had answered the question and with how detailed the response was. Pretty soon we had covered nearly all of her questions as well as taking in comments from Trigger.

With time left over before my next engagement, Joan asked one of the staff at the boarding facility, if they would like to use my services … the employee said yes and I connected with her horse who was in all places … NC, where I had just been. After channeling the staff members horse, another person who boards her horse at the facility was asked if she wanted me to communicate with her horse. She walked off shaking her head and made it clear that she thought that it was rubbish. However after watching the reactions of those who I was connecting with, she had a change of heart and asked me if I could chat with her horse too.

We walked around a bit and then walked up to meet her horse. He was a bit nippy and when I asked if he liked the facilities he nearly yelled at me that he was not happy. A bit taken aback, as every other horse had told me what a wonderful place it was, I dug deeper and asked him why he did not like it. He told me that he wanted his own barn and his own person. He told me that too many people handled him and that he wanted to be handled by only one person. I relayed the information back to the woman whose horse it was and she then confirmed his attitude. The horse was a former racehorse and he had at one time been blessed with his own personal trainer who would sleep near him and he was given a great deal of individual attention. Now he was being handled by the various staff at the facility and to make matters worse, his new person … handled other horses and not just him. We worked it out to where she would be the one to handle him and that she would limit or cut out the handling of the other horses at the boarding facility. After finishing up we drove though the polo fields (where Prince Charles used to play polo) and headed over to the Humane Society.

We arrived at the Vero Beach/Indian River County Humane Society about an hour early and my contact met me with a request to do a walkthrough of their facility so that I may have an opportunity to try and work with some of their more difficult to read animals. After spending about forty minutes with various animals at the shelter and recording my observations and communications to the staff that had been assigned to accompany me, I returned to the classroom where I was going to be giving my talk and demonstration of animal communication through telepathy. To me pet psychic is a very limiting term, when you consider that I can communicate with all species both wild and domestic, the term animal communicator makes far more sense.

Before I went on, the Humane Societies director of continuing education showed the audience (of roughly 60+) a short PSA spot that was set to air on local television stations in the upcoming weeks. The PSA was aimed at delivering the message that your animals will still retain their personalities after being spayed or neutered. The spot featured a cat dressed up like a carnival psychic complete with turban and crystal ball. The cat is telling other animals that he can see into the future, after they have been “fixed” and she still sees them being the same. It was pretty cute, funny and well timed. After the television spot had been shown, I was introduced and then it got real interesting.

I wanted to keep everything focused on our animals and how I became aware of my ability to communicate with living and deceased animals. Near the end of my “lecture” I planned to coach people on how they too can communicate like I do with animals and then I wanted to finish off my two hour appearance by channeling animals connected to those in the audience for the last hour. At one point during the Q&A portion of my talk I was asked a question I was hoping to avoid, make that two questions. A person in the audience asked if I could also communicate with the souls of departed humans, I looked to my contact at the Humane Society and thought I saw a gentle nod, as if to go ahead and answer the question. I then replied that “Yes” I can and that was how it really all began for me. Immediately a few additional hands went up, one of them publicly proclaimed that he too had connected with the spirits of loved ones who had passed and that until now he was too shy to say anything about it. A few others in the room echoed his sentiments and I felt that for some there it was a very powerful and cathartic moment. Then the second question … now I have been able to somehow avoid this question for about three years and oddly enough I was hit with it twice in the same day while in Florida.

The question was “Why does my dog eat cat poop?” I should point out that I can hear, feel, see, smell and taste information on a psychic level. I once had an owl describe the odor and flavor of frozen and then thawed in the microwave mouse followed by the flavor, smell and texture of a live mouse in comparison. I must say that after that experience, should the occasion ever arise where I have to choose between the frozen and thawed mouse versus the live mouse for dinner, it is very clear that the live mouse is better on every front. Frozen and microwaved mouse is to put it bluntly … an abomination, absolutely the worst thing I had every had the displeasure of tasting … until now. Let’s just say that I received a mixed reply to this question, some dogs seemed to indicate it was a territorial thing. If you eat the markings that one uses to mark their territory, it than becomes yours when you replace the cat’s poop with yours … it’s almost the ultimate insult to have your marking wrapped in the poop of another (often larger) animal. It’s like you just got punked. In addition some dogs indicated that it was a source of additional nutrients and that as natural scavengers who pretty much are willing to eat anything, they simply feel that there may still be a bit of nutrition left in whatever is left in the droppings in front of them.

After finishing the question and answer portion of my appearance, we took a short break and then we got started on the good stuff. I absolutely love what I do and working with a room full of people eager to connect with their animals was a treat. As I began I figured that instead of simply opening up to the animals who wanted to come through first, that I would call on the people one by one to let me know the name of the animal that they wished to connect with. I started with the woman on my left in the front row. She immediately unfolded a picture of her black cat, I then reminded everyone that I did not require a photograph and to please refrain from showing pictures to me … at least until after I had made the connection and described their animal back to them based upon a name alone. After connecting with the woman’s black cat I continued on down the front row of people, this time they did not volunteer photos and or descriptions of their animals as I made the connections and described their animals to them you could hear the occasional gasp from the audience.

After going through the entire first row I realized that as compelling as the technique that I was employing was, there was one major drawback. There were simply too many people present for me to be able to work with each person before I ran out of time, so I turned to the audience and asked if at that point everyone believed that I could talk to animals. I was pleased to hear a rousing “Yes!” from the audience and then I rolled out my new plan. Having to describe the animal back to the person, to prove my connection was eating up time so I simply asked the animal that they wanted me to connect with, the question that they had for them and went from there. This process was much quicker and I would spend less than thirty seconds going from one connection to the next. If it took me longer to connect I would simply pass on that person and move on to the next in line. I only had to skip about two individuals and everyone else was able to make a connection accept for a handful at the back of the room when I ran out of time.

One of the staff had offered to give me a ride to my next venue, the Inspired Heart where I had done a group reading and a handful of private readings the night before and now I was scheduled to return for a series of private individual readings. As I was walking out of the classroom at the Humane Society, I was “mobbed” by people who wanted me to connect with another animal for them or who simply wanted me to chat with them and answer additional questions etc., frankly I was tired from channeling and speaking and with going back on in an hour I needed some downtime. I ducked into a side office and asked the staff if I could “hideout” in their office for a minute. After everyone had left the room I finally exited, found my ride and we headed over to the Inspired Heart.

With twenty minutes before I was on again, I popped into a nearby deli, picked up a veggie-wrap and a bottle of water as well as a bottle of grapefruit juice, I was after all in Florida. I returned to the room where I had worked the night before and after taking off my shoes I sat down in front of the 1,700 pound crystal point to eat a quick bite before my first reading of the evening. A couple from the previous evening entered at one point and as they sat down I turned to the gentleman and asked him how he had slept the night before. I have never opened with that question before, it turns out that he was here for help with his lack of sleep. During the night he would toss and turn and have the worst pain in his head and neck. After “looking” at his body with my abilities I could see that he had two damaged vertebrae I could also see everything that he had done up until this point to try and alleviate the pain and discomfort. After pointing him in the direction of some options to assist him in returning to a pain free existence, we moved on to other areas of their lives and was able to provide much closure and understanding.

In one of the readings I had the ex-husband of the woman who was sitting with her current husband come through. The former husband had been passed for some time and was coming through to let the gentleman who was now with his wife know that not only did he approve, but that he genuinely liked the guy. He relayed to him how much it meant to him that he was able to bring happiness to his former wife. After several additional readings I was finally done with my work in Vero Beach.

My contact in Vero Beach and I then headed out to dinner at one of several fine eating establishments and enjoyed a wonderful Italian dinner. The following morning I had to take a shuttle service to Orlando and catch a flight to Chicago. After watching seven-hundred and fifty flights get canceled at Chicago I was a bit concerned about my flight the following morning. I packed that evening after checking in with my guides, they told me I would be in Chicago on schedule and so I figured that I would plan on going in the morning even if it looked sketchy. The next morning I was packed and ready to roll by eight forty-five and after checking the flights online, discovered that my flight was on time. The ride to the airport was fun as I had the opportunity to share my story with the driver and so the time flew. I positioned my heavy jacket, gloves and the like at the ready and boarded the plane for Chicago. Before leaving Florida though … I stopped at one of the gift shops in the airport and purchased shirts for the girls back home.

More about my adventures on the road can be found in my next blog entry … Chicago, the Windy City. To learn more about psychic medium and animal communicator Charles Peden, visit www.charlespeden.com.

My first full day in Florida was a busy one. I was fortunate enough to have a wonderful host who had opened up their home to me in Vero Beach. We were about eight houses away from the beach and prior to the sprinklers going off the night before … I had heard the faint sound of the surf crashing on the sand. My wife Heidi had traveled to Orlando prior to meeting me in Seattle where she and I met. On that trip over twelve years prior, she had collected a small amount of sand from a nearby beach. Several years later after we had gotten together, I made a huge mistake. You would have thought that I had just married a Protestant to a Catholic, I mixed her Florida sand with some “common” California sand … while using the sand as a background in a photo shoot of some of my sea glass jewelry. She made me promise to collect some sand for her.

As I was chatting with Heidi shortly after getting into Vero Beach, I told her about picking up a couple of pine cones for my pet rabbit Stewie. She reminded me about collecting some sand for her and I told her that it was everywhere. I could pick it up in the backyard or even off the side of the road … pretty much anywhere you looked you could find sand. She insisted that it come from the beach and with the clock ticking before my ride showed up and took me to my first engagement, I had no choice but to put the task of sand collecting aside and instead concentrate on doing what I had come to Florida to do … talk with the animals and the spirits of the departed.

My first appearance was a private gathering of like minded individuals. I shared my story and answered some questions before before I began channeling. After I had brought through several animals and a few spirits of loved ones on the other side, we broke for lunch. I was served a wonderful homemade soup, bread & butter, salad and assorted nuts and cookies. The coffee I sipped on after lunch was excellent and then I began doing private individual readings in the home office. Other than a couple rather challenging readings they went by in a blur and I felt slightly drained yet jubilant at the same time. I did not have much time before my next engagement and soon found myself sitting down to eat at a wonderful restaurant prior to returning to speaking about my abilities and how I use them as well as doing readings and channeling spirits and animals.

The food was good, I ordered a personal pizza made with mashed potatoes with leeks, rosemary and caramelized onions with assorted cheeses served on a thin and crispy crust. A glass of wine was added to the mix and dinner was most enjoyable. We then headed over to the Inspired Heart and after meeting the owner and my host for the evening, sat down and began to meditate as people filtered in. Earlier that day I was provided a piece of valuable feedback, in that people enjoyed backstory and the question and answer portion … but what they really wanted to see were the “fireworks” or my channeling their loved ones. As my story is working it’s way into book format and the answers to many people’s questions that they ask of me will be in there … it’s seems logical that I should concentrate on channeling when making public appearances, that and teaching others how to do it … (which of course is and will be in book format as well.)

This time I only spoke for about fifteen minutes, if that and when I asked if anyone had any questions I was pleasantly surprised when the reply was no. With no further ado I began channeling. For the first forty-five minutes I simply channeled the animals and spirits as they came him, on a first come first serve basis. At one point I channeled a former Blue Angels pilot who announced his presence by showing me his jet and then telling me that he was an air-show stunt pilot. A woman who was with his wife when she received the news about his fatal crash was present in the audience. After bringing through numerous spirits and animals I then switched up the format for the last hour. For the last hour I simply went around the room and asked each person (one at a time) who it was that they wished to connect with.

The first hour was given up to the spirits and animals who chose to come through first, without being asked to come through and during the second hour I took requests one by one around the room. I would request the name of the person or animal that they wished to connect with … within a few seconds I would then describe some feature or detail that was unique to the person or animal that they were looking to connect with. With this approach I was able to connect very rapidly with a great number of spirits and animals, describe them back to the person seeking to connect with them and then take their question/comment and relay it to the individual and then bring back their answer and or person message.

At one point during the latter half of the channeling session I had brought through two brothers of one of the gentleman present … suddenly my left hand and arm began to shake, I was doing the shimmy as if I had Parkinson’s the gentleman’s wife exclaimed … “Oh my father is coming through!” It was a wonderful evening and after the group session I did a few private readings. Only one item had come through that was unclaimed and after the prior evening it felt good to have brought through such a clean group reading. After leaving I found myself looking forward to returning the following day for more individual readings, of course not before I had followed through with two other engagements, one at a horse boarding facility and the other at the Vero Beach/Indian River County Humane Society.

After getting back in a bit late to the home that I was staying at, I turned in early so as to be ready for the following day. That night I checked the weather in Chicago and saw that the region was due to get hammered by a snowstorm just before I got there and that it was possible my flight may be delayed or canceled, I checked with my guides and they assured me that I would be in Chicago on schedule and that I was fortunate to be going after a snowstorm, after all who likes it to be gray? Snow is beautiful, but enough about Chicago, I was still in Vero Beach, Florida and had another full day here before flying out of Orlando and heading to the windy city.

More about my Florida trip in my next post … part three.

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