Anna Breytenbach

And yet they feel for us because it's all because we've lost our way and the separation sickness we're suffering from. And I do a lot of work with whales and try to support the cove guardians in Tai Chi in Japan, Sea Shepherd and the Dolphin Project, and a lot of work with animals that really are persecuted.

And yet they feel for us because it's all because we've lost our way and the separation sickness we're suffering from. And I do a lot of work with whales and try to support the cove guardians in Tai Chi in Japan, Sea Shepherd and the Dolphin Project, and a lot of work with animals that really are persecuted.

And I saw a cartoon once, just a one-frame cartoon of some beautiful big whale tails sticking up above the surface of the ocean. And the whale tails are holding up a placard, a sign that says, save the humans. And that's how it feels.

And I saw a cartoon once, just a one-frame cartoon of some beautiful big whale tails sticking up above the surface of the ocean. And the whale tails are holding up a placard, a sign that says, save the humans. And that's how it feels.

They are just continually witnessing and being available to us, and available for loving connection, regardless of the bigger context of the tragedy of the lives they live on our watch.

They are just continually witnessing and being available to us, and available for loving connection, regardless of the bigger context of the tragedy of the lives they live on our watch.

Different species have different, perhaps collective personalities, let's say, and different strengths and talents, right? You know, they'll have certain focuses in their lives depending even on their anatomies. You know, are they all about speed or stealth or stalking as a big cat species? Are they... more still like a sloth.

Different species have different, perhaps collective personalities, let's say, and different strengths and talents, right? You know, they'll have certain focuses in their lives depending even on their anatomies. You know, are they all about speed or stealth or stalking as a big cat species? Are they... more still like a sloth.

But in any individual communication with an animal, I'm literally connected with that individual soul, that individual essence. And so it's a common trick that we need to not let the mind play on ourselves, the human, is to imagine that all sloths are slow and love sleeping. or that all dogs of a certain breed would feel a certain way. You are always dealing with an individual.

But in any individual communication with an animal, I'm literally connected with that individual soul, that individual essence. And so it's a common trick that we need to not let the mind play on ourselves, the human, is to imagine that all sloths are slow and love sleeping. or that all dogs of a certain breed would feel a certain way. You are always dealing with an individual.

So I have found that any communication with any member of any species, there's no limit on the complexity and the intelligence and the expression of just their delightful selves that comes through. I wouldn't even say there's a particular species personality because I'm dealing with that individual.

So I have found that any communication with any member of any species, there's no limit on the complexity and the intelligence and the expression of just their delightful selves that comes through. I wouldn't even say there's a particular species personality because I'm dealing with that individual.

And yet here's the amazing thing, every individual of the non-human animal species, they're also very aware of the collective consciousness to which they belong. So if I'm communicating with an individual bee, as I was just two days ago, who got stuck indoors overnight and I discovered her the next morning, she was quite weak. So I gave her a little bit of water with local honey.

And yet here's the amazing thing, every individual of the non-human animal species, they're also very aware of the collective consciousness to which they belong. So if I'm communicating with an individual bee, as I was just two days ago, who got stuck indoors overnight and I discovered her the next morning, she was quite weak. So I gave her a little bit of water with local honey.

It has to be local honey, otherwise it might kill her. And once she was revived, I took her outside just on my hand and asked her, I wanted to be able to walk her a little closer to wherever her home might be. And I got a sense of which direction to move, just an impulse in my body. But she also conveyed to me that none of her hive mates were out and about yet.

It has to be local honey, otherwise it might kill her. And once she was revived, I took her outside just on my hand and asked her, I wanted to be able to walk her a little closer to wherever her home might be. And I got a sense of which direction to move, just an impulse in my body. But she also conveyed to me that none of her hive mates were out and about yet.

And so it was apparently still too cold. They weren't out and about and she was quite happy to just be placed anywhere in the sun and she would wait for them to get active to sort of rejoin them because she could sense it was going to be really soon. It was almost time that they would come out. So she was tuned into that bee collective consciousness and awareness of the temperature that's needed.

And so it was apparently still too cold. They weren't out and about and she was quite happy to just be placed anywhere in the sun and she would wait for them to get active to sort of rejoin them because she could sense it was going to be really soon. It was almost time that they would come out. So she was tuned into that bee collective consciousness and awareness of the temperature that's needed.

And she was tuned in to them where they were and what they were doing, even though, you know, she was out alone, stuck on the fleshy finger of some woman she probably would have preferred not to meet.

And she was tuned in to them where they were and what they were doing, even though, you know, she was out alone, stuck on the fleshy finger of some woman she probably would have preferred not to meet.