How We Make Our Pets Sick

By Giselle Tonee

Journey with this modern-day healer, as for the first time, she shares her wondrous and well-documented healing experiences with the world. Uncover how she did it and the nine real reasons people have pets. Imagine a life where miracles are considered as natural as breathing. You will see your pets, and your relationship with your pets, in a new light. This book is about remembering and relearning how important you are to this planet and all the animals on it – that you make a difference, and how vital your pets can be to this awakening.

"I searched around until I found Giselle, who is a true animal whisperer. My cat received immediate relief. Her treatment seemed to release something in my cat’s brain to tell him he was okay, and he started to use his leg straight away. I am indebted to Giselle and the magic she has with animals. I was thrilled when I heard she wanted to share her knowledge with other pet owners by writing this book about our relationship with animals, and how we inadvertently cause distress to our beloved pets when we really want to help. This information is long overdue and written in a language for all of us to understand. A must-have for all pet owners who want to care for their pets to the best of their ability and above all else, to do no harm."
Good luck Joan Winch PhD

Giselle Tonee is unique. Born able to communicate telepathically with animals, she instead sought solace with academic achievements in education, business and counseling, culminating in a Masters of Commerce. As a young adult, a second, more profound gift of healing emerged. The harmonious blend of her artistic, academic and psychic skills allows her to reach out, connect with and understand people and animals with exceptional clarity. She has appeared on national television and in national magazines.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Tonee
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9780994349712

Giselle Tonee

Giselle was born on the South Island of New Zealand but has lived in Perth, Western Australia for over 35 years. Her early years were spent enjoying the abundant outdoors, in the unique, natural beauty that New Zealand has to offer. This developed the connection she has with nature, animals and the creator source. She is committed to raising the consciousness of others and reducing the suffering of animals and people on Earth. She is keen to explore new and advanced healing techniques and share these with others, in order for them to become empowered and develop their innate potential fully. Giselle has appeared on national television and radio and been interviewed for national magazines including New Idea, Woman’s Day and Conscious Living. She has taught her unique techniques at various centers around Australia and plans to expand this to other countries now that her youngest child is at university. She was the first female in her family to obtain a degree. Her professional qualifications include teaching, training, counseling and business. She has combined training in both mainstream and original philosophies to complement her own blend of wisdom.

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Foreword

Written material has described horse whisperers and other animal trainers as people able to get the attention of animals. When we are at our ‘wits end’ to restore our beloved pet to health and wellbeing, it is difficult to access information to get them going that is written in everyday language for all to understand.

I have always felt a deep empathy for animals and wanted to do my best to keep them happy and in good health.

I once rescued a small cat from a women’s refuge because it was going to be ‘put down’, as cats were not allowed at the place. Not long after I got him home, he was hit by a motorbike and sustained a broken leg; another leg was dislocated.

After he had removed the plaster, the veterinarian said it would be better if the cat had his dislocated leg amputated, as he probably wouldn’t be able to use it properly. I refused to allow this to happen and persisted with acupuncture treatment. Still the cat refused to walk.

I searched around until I found Giselle, who is a true animal whisperer. My cat received immediate relief. Her treatment seemed to release something in my cat’s brain to tell him he was okay, and he started to use his leg straight away.

I am indebted to Giselle and the magic she has with animals. I was thrilled when I heard she wanted to share her knowledge with other pet owners by writing this book about our relationship with animals, and how we inadvertently cause distress to our beloved pets when we really want to help.

This information is long overdue and written in a language for all of us to understand. A must-have for all pet owners who want to care for their pets to the best of their ability and above all else, to do no harm.

Good luck

Joan Winch PhD

Professor Winch is the founder of Marr Mooditj (Aboriginal holistic health college) and The Patron of The Centre for Aboriginal Studies at Curtin University of Technology. Professor Winch achieved a range of state, national, and internationals awards including the Sasakawa Health Prize for Primary Health Care from World Health Organization (1987); the Australian Medal (1989); the Gandhi, King, Ikeda Peace Award from Morehouse College in the USA (2004); Soka University (Japan) Medal (2005); and more recently the John Curtin Medal (2008) for her contribution to society with community field work. Joan has published many papers and has been a keynote speaker at conferences in Australia and overseas. A highly respected Nyungar and Martu elder, her intelligence, love and humor are prized by her family, friends and colleagues worldwide.

~ Above all else - do no harm ~

Introduction

A man is truly ethical only when he obeys the compulsion to help all life which he is able to assist, and shrinks from injuring anything that lives.

Albert Schweitzer Theologian, Philosopher (1875–1965)

It takes a lot of courage for anyone to open up and share their personal experiences with the world. That intensifies when they do not fit into the realm of ‘normal’. My wish, dear reader, is that these words motivate you, to develop your passions and potential fully. In so doing you will become a wonderful model of self-empowerment to other pet carers.

Through the eyes and companionship of animals you have started to regain your natural inquisitive innocence. Instead of asking for more, you now realize the joy of giving. As this journey unfolds you will be able to embrace the unique gifts we have brought to earth and when we nurture these, the magical world you truly wish to reside in will manifest around us. You will understand how a few seconds of conscious thinking and planning make a huge, positive difference to our day – and the evolution of the planet.

If an aspect of this book challenges you, I consider that to be a great development. It means at some level you are questioning your reality. For too long now, the average human being has been content with being ordinary. Complacent in our own little ‘castle’ and community, we have ignored all the terrible acts occurring around the planet on a daily basis. Remaining oblivious or in denial gives us an excuse not to see any malevolence; hence we feel no compulsion to act on behalf of the abused animals, people and other natural life forces around the planet. We do not feel we belong to the group that is perpetrating these acts or can raise the power to stop it.

The truth is we all connect energetically (animals, humans and the universe) and therefore we collectively contribute to the development of this planet, each one of us an integral part of a giant jigsaw.

Many have gone along unquestioningly with whatever propaganda was thrown at them from governments and religions, both of which have failed to bring health and harmony to the world. Peace was only a consideration, if it materialized after forcible conquest and pillage. These institutions are sliding into a redundancy, created by their inherent corruption, extreme materialism and paternalistic natures.

As we seek truth, we are removing the restrictive filters these institutions implanted. Globally, millions of people are uniting over the crucial issues of ecology, natural health and ethics. For many, it took the unconditional love for and from an animal to initiate the wakeup procedure, and this book clarifies that process. The next level in Wholistic Animal Healthcare may unsettle your comfort zones. It will, however, empower you with knowledge, passion and practical solutions for your pet’s good health and your personal evolution.

Many of the resolutions to extremely challenging animal conditions can be found in our refrigerator or backyard. My approach may save you a lot of money, and personal and professional heartache. I look forward to sharing my unique experiences and healing techniques with you, so that you may feel empowered to act on behalf of your own pets and all the other animals on our beautiful planet.

If we cannot imagine a world of expanded and evolved consciousness, we will never be able to manifest it. It is up to those with the gifts to come forward at this point in history and fulfill their destiny. Together, we are the difference. So let’s begin creating a life worth living, with passion!

In love, light and truth Giselle

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

Edmund Burke Author, Orator, Philosopher (1729–1797)

Her Story: Welcome to My World

CHAPTER 1

Waking Up: Remembering My Destiny

The animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren; they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.

Henry Beston, Naturalist, Author (1888–1968)

At an ‘old’, six years, I had decided that animals were far more intelligent and caring than humans. They certainly would do me no harm, intentionally or otherwise, and like me they expressed emotions and thoughts honestly. I felt their pain acutely and they cried with me as I sat with knees huddled close to my chest in a forlorn act of self-nurturing, rocking slowly on the cold, damp earth under my house, trying to understand why God had left me with the wrong family. I resolved there could be no loving God to commit such a cruel act.

My journey from a despondent, emotionally abandoned child to an intelligent and gifted healer is profound and yet, upon reflection designed by some force with strategic precision. I had formed firm opinions about life, parenting practices, animals and myself by the age of six. Born into a classically dysfunctional family with primitive communication skills and no authentic intimacy, it was the perfect environment to activate my latent intuitive skills – which, I assume were dormant somewhere in my DNA.

Cell intelligence guides us all to people, places and experiences that trigger memories and hence growth at precisely the correct time for us. Violence, neglect, trauma and various other forms of abuse seem to be the old-fashioned way of awakening the gifts and abilities of higher consciousness, in the majority of people I have encountered.

For eternity the ‘gifted ones’ have graced the world. Consequently their presence is not extraordinary. Throughout the ages, ‘the gifted’ provided healing and comfort in both practical and esoteric ways. Sadly, many groups were jealous of their abilities and the respect and reverence they were shown by their local communities.

Some of the leading European Christian churches, in a manic and venomous four-hundred-year period of religious inquisitions starting in the twelfth century murdered many thousands, possibly millions (data uncertain) of men, women, children and animals associated with the healing arts, such as herbs and energetic healing. The central objective was the annihilation of the female healers who held and dispensed the medical knowledge in each village.

Unbelievably an office of inquisitions still exists in Peru. I find it disturbing that little of this period in history is taught today, given the massive number of deaths recorded. Fortunately, since spirits can rarely be extinguished, all these wondrous beings have reincarnated to continue their sorely needed work on the planet. You may be one of the many that exist.

My grandfather on my father’s side was for a time one of the wealthiest men in the South Island of New Zealand. Of French descent, he married a beautiful, petite and creatively talented woman. Unfortunately for her and our family, his controlling ways meant her art and books never saw fruition. From watching the disharmony in our family, I rejected money, as I could see it bringing no happiness. I was too young at the time to realize it was not money but ego-based arrogance and alcoholism that were the seat of my family’s problems.

My mother’s parents were the epitome of the ‘perfect grandparents’. Loving and softly spoken, Gran cooked the best shortbread I have ever tasted and patient Granddad spent time playing with my siblings and me. With him we explored the biology of our wonderful beaches, his extensive flower and vegetable gardens and our relationship to them.

These innocent introductions laid the foundations for my lifelong connection to gardening, which has provided many years of joy. From these origins I also developed a curiosity for and love of the outdoors. Over the years, the strength of this connection grew, until I was once again aligned with the nature spirits. An alignment with nature is a natural human trait which is sadly out of balance in most people.

Gran and Granddad always had a blue and white budgie named Robbie, who was rightly afforded the freedom of flying around the house, landing on my grandmother’s hand whenever she called.

Robbie sang, danced, talked and performed seemingly wondrous tasks, such as showering under a gentle spray of warm tap water while sitting on Gran’s hand in the kitchen sink and kicking a small ball to her on the table. She lavished many kisses on him and fed him special treats such as homegrown silver beet, an excellent dietary supplement. I didn’t realize for many years that he kept dying, only to be replaced by another brilliant blue Robbie.

In that era (the 1960s) death was hidden from children, as were many other natural aspects of life. It was a cause of distress whenever I discovered a local bird, dead on our lawn. My siblings would shudder as I lovingly wrapped the dead creature in cloth and kissed it, before placing a lid on its simple cardboard coffin. These tear-ridden ceremonies would end when I buried the box in the flowerbed.

A simple, spiritual explanation of life could have ended my anguish at the time. From an early age, I could see little relevance for human existence if it lasted for only a solitary lifetime. At some level I already knew total death was fictitious, that there was much more to the story and I was always determined to find out what that was.

The timber yard we lived in was owned by my father’s father and managed by my father. On the acreage, stood a derelict house, surrounded by a shoddy wire fence which was in part held up by ancient, gnarled fruit trees. As horses were agisted there, I used to spend hours watching them, fascinated by their size, smell and movements. I would climb the trees to get better vantage points and regularly, unhurriedly, so as not to startle them, lower myself onto their voluminous, warm, twitching backs.

I was careful never to let go of the overhanging smooth branch from which I was precariously dangling. I was only scared of losing my heart which during those invigorating moments, had relocated to my throat. The horses never acknowledged I was there, but equally were never startled as I wriggled on their wide backs. Instead, they continued to munch contentedly on the ample supply of long, rich, green grass.

One Sunday morning I rose early and walked down the long driveway to the timber yard entrance through the last wisps of the cold, damp mist, to be confronted by a rogue horse thundering down the main road.

His hooves drove out a peculiar resonance from the usually tame tarmac and his nostrils snorted steam like an expiring dragon. Seemingly bewitched by one another, he slowed as he reached me. In this instance I became one with him, experiencing his mind and feelings and I realized how much he was enjoying his escape and the ensuing chase. I found this blending exhilarating and natural, although it was the first time I had experienced it to this level. The horse’s thoughts and feelings washed over me, leaving instantaneous, strong impressions to which I had no automatic response. He parted company with me, performing a half-rear, his front legs striking out in a rebellious gesture as a truck came over the horizon. With a whinny he continued his journey leaving me spellbound by this awesome creature.

My ballet lessons soon gave way to horse riding and I found myself to be a natural performer. I adored riding the biggest white horse –Snowy – at the riding school, and when we received news of an imminent move, three hundred miles away from Christchurch to Nelson, he was offered to me.

Dad had parted company with his father on bad terms and an old horse was not wanted, considered too troublesome in the midst of shifting house.

Fortunately, I still had the local Anglican minister’s beautiful Samoyed bitch to walk and play with for a while. Her fluffy, white puppies reminded me of the old-fashioned powder balls with tiny black eyes and snuffling noses stuck on. I easily and willingly lost many hours playing with the puppies, their joy and effervescence contagious.

Prior to shifting I came down with a heavy dose of chicken pox (like all children did without issue in this era) and in no time at all my entire body was covered with itchy spots. My normal daily routine had consisted of spending as much time as possible outdoors, away from parents and siblings. Now unable to do this, I compensated with a large, round, metal biscuit tin full of bright green grass and swarming with a dozen common lizards. No plastic dolls for me.

My mother was less than impressed when she discovered my latest wildlife innovation crawling around under the sheets, dropping their tails in protest as they were unceremoniously snatched up.

Dad bred white chickens for eating, not as pets and by cutting off their heads and releasing them to run around until their nervous systems failed, he produced a phobia of birds in my sister.

At four years of age, she thought they were chasing her deliberately, when they were literally ‘running around like a chook without a head’.

It is crucial for parents to understand the many varied reasons for creating safe environments in which children and animals can interact. If this does not occur, fear and negative first impressions can mar a lifetime of potential enjoyment for both.

While my father’s behavior demonstrated his limited grasp of child psychology, it was not in the same category as the blatant cruelty perpetrated by my young neighbor, Tim.

A spoilt, unexpected son, born to a menopausal mother, Tim was subjected to few disciplinary boundaries and I wonder what became of him as he grew up. He took delight in torturing his family’s kittens and chicks (I shall spare you the details). At my young age I found this totally unacceptable, so I invited him over to play one day and when he clamored to return home, as he climbed over the high wooden fence dividing our properties, I beat him with a wooden bat. I still feel childishly proud of that!

My intent had been for him to experience the pain he inflicted on the animals and thereby learn that consequences existed for his behavior. I now know he will never avoid experiencing the pain he inflicted on others, if not in this lifetime then in another.

Studies show that children who commit acts of cruelty on animals will most likely become involved in domestic violence and assault on others as adults. So it is at this young age that we need to intervene as a society rather than wait until an innocent living being is severely damaged at their hands. If a child you know pulls insects apart or allows any living being to suffer or die from neglect, be concerned and facilitate remedial action.

Spending time outdoors in nature became a healing haven for me, as was my developing association with other species. My reluctance to fully join the human race and preference for the company of animals over humans is an experience expressed by many animal lovers.

I believe such an expression or preference is generally indicative of the pain a person has endured in their childhood or a past life. In the majority of cases, the pain has not been dealt with consciously or satisfactorily, thus empowering it to impact negatively on the quality of life experienced. Simply put, holding onto pain does not assist a person to achieve the life he or she truly desires.

Pets can teach us to heal our experiences, and