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By Sophie Love

What if your horse could talk? What if it could tell you what had happened to it before you owned it? What its greatest pleasures, fears and secrets were? What if there was someone who really gave animals their voice, who saw into their hearts, minds and souls and was able to share the innermost workings of their psyches with you, the owner?

Sounds amazing, doesn’t it? Sounds improbable, too. But that is what animal communicators and equine psychics claim to do. I managed to track down someone who can give your horse a voice, and it is so freeing for you both to stop staggering around in frustration and to clearly understand each other at last.

Unfortunately this mythical being lives in Scotland, far away on the other side of the world. But thankfully she can weave her magic via the modern miracle of the telephone and as long as you’re prepared to pay for the call, the possibilities are endless.

Scotland’s best kept secret is called Anne Dee. She is a fourth generation psychic who knew she was different from childhood, and while she was used to the ‘gift’ which ran through the female line of her matriarch cal family structure, she was mercilessly teased at school for being other worldly and ‘knowing’ things that she couldn’t know through normal channels. The desire to fit in to so-called ‘normal’ life saw Anne ruthlessly trying to shut down her psychic ability and phenomena, taking mundane secretarial jobs after finishing school, and then training as a counsellor and working for the local authority. When she finally found peace with her gift, she did tarot readings for free for those in need, and in 1992, quite by accident, discovered that she could hear horses, dogs and cats, as well as humans. Such was the accuracy and effect of her communications with our silent friends that she has garnered a clientele as diverse as the animals she talks to – from thoroughbreds racing for honours and glory, polo ponies, hunters, hacks and everything in between. Anne travels all over the British Isles visiting her equine clients and their owners, trainers, riders and jockeys. She charges a £50.00 fee for a consultation (about A$100.00) but, quite frankly, the information is priceless.

Purely in the interests of effective journalism, you understand, I agreed to see how, and if, psychic communication with horses worked. I was told that I needed to have the horses with me at the allotted time of the phone consultation. With the time difference between the UK and Australia that meant that three of us were hanging around in the dark and the cold one wintry night, watching the minutes tick by until our 8pm slot (10 am UK time). I had visions of having to hold the phone up to the horse’s ears, and didn’t know which horse to choose for the consultation . . . but I needn’t have worried on either count. I was able to settle myself in a chair and take notes while Anne channelled information from the horses, and when I explained my ‘which one?’ dilemma, she immediately said that she was being told that they were a job lot – where one went, the other was bound to follow – which is true!

Anne knew absolutely nothing about my horses. No pictures, no history, no names, no nothing. And yet, the information she provided me with was staggering in its accuracy, spooky in the reactions it prompted in the horses, and even the facts that there was no way of corroborating had the distinct ring of truth.

How does she do it? What is ‘psychic’, anyway? We are all born with an innate ability to see, hear and feel more than tangible physical reality. Some work to develop their ability, some gain greater insight through trauma, near death experience or experience of abuse, and most people choose to ignore their extra-sensory perception – the so-called ‘fifth’ sense. But we all either follow or ignore our ‘gut’ instincts, unexplained ‘feelings’ about people, places and things, visions, dreams or unexplained voices. It’s a personal choice whether to expand into the other realms, or securely barricade ourselves in this one! Most horse people are practical, down-to-earth, no-nonsense cynics and sceptics but even they will wax lyrical about the incandescent beauty Mother Nature serves up for us, and the almost spiritual connection they have with their horse and with whatever they call God, through their relationship with these magnificent, primitive, elegant beasts.

And most horse people would love to know what makes their horses tick. Anne undoubtedly has a natural gift for communicating beyond the earthly realms, but she has honed and nurtured it in order to be a clear channel for those who have no other voice but her.

So what did she find? What did she tell me? Some things that I already knew – like the little one is trouble and into everything, and knows better than anyone else . . . that she’s too clever, bright as a button and needs constant stimulation and play and would live in the house if she could. But also that the enormous weight gain and subsequent laminitis she had last year was more to do with her hormones than her feed (although getting in the chook run and gorging on corn didn’t help!), that she was of mixed parentage, not pure bred as I had always thought. She was a ‘mistake’ I knew, but the breeder had always assumed that it was a stallion of her own kind that jumped the fence – the psychic said no, the stallion was much bigger than the mare which explains her enormous body on small, stick-like legs! And also that the reason she turned so nasty over the laminitis was because the pain was so intense and so awful that she was terrified that she was going to be put down so she wouldn’t let anyone near her in case that was their objective. I was also told that she was allergic to something she was eating (acorns) and had digestive tract problems, probably candid and liver issues and that her constant itch is an allergic reaction – from the inside out, not the outside in.

The horses were absolutely still and silent during this. No movement at all. None of the normal hoof shuffling, tail twitching or head shaking. That alone was fascinating.

The other horse was a much greater voyage of discovery. I had always known that something terrible had happened to her but nobody knew what. When I got her she was a basket case and I only took her on because the other options were too horrible to contemplate. And in the brief moments she was good, like the girl in the nursery rhyme, she was very, very good – but when she was bad she was vile! I also knew that she had something important to tell me and this is what it was: (bearing in mind once again that I told Anne precisely nothing about her or her history) Anne said that when she was between 4 and 5 she was trained for eventing (she was sold into polo as a six year old) and she fell down one of those ditches on the other side of a jump and landed on her back, on the saddle, with her legs in the air and was stuck down the deep dark hole for several hours until they managed to haul her out with a sling and a tractor. Which explains why she is the most claustrophobic of horses, terrified of dark spaces and has always been sore in the pelvis and back? Now this might all sound like a very convenient fairy story, but while Anne was telling me this, the horse moved around from standing behind me and came to stand right beside me, nudging the pen with her muzzle as I wrote, looking me deep in the eye, and then licking and chewing, licking and chewing as if to say ‘that’s my story, now you know’. It was as if her whole life made sense! She’s been so scared of what might happen that as soon as you are on, she wants to get you off, and she hates saddles – a) because she landed on one and it hurt and then b) she went into polo where the saddle crushed her withers and Anne said her feet were kept too small in polo and basically she was in pain which made her impossible. What was also amazing is that I have recently been teaching her to jump (just as groundwork, initially) and the panic she has demonstrated has been phenomenal and yet when she jumps she does it beautifully. So now we know!

Anne recommended some homeopathic remedies for each horse and that was it. I felt that the veil had been lifted, we had all been healed and awakened during the session and that I had been given more understanding, empathy and compassion for my horses and their stories.

I can’t recommend this process highly enough. If you have a horse with a problem, and/or you don’t know its life story, this is a fantastic way of learning the horse’s history and understanding its psychology BEFORE you start to encounter unexplainable problems – whether physical, emotional or behavioural.


This is the story of Maxi's survival as a direct result of the intervention of Anne Dee. The extracts are taken from the Equestrian publication (August 2004).

Personally, I believe I know the difference between a good horseman/woman, a great trainer and a horse whisperer. I regard myself as a good horsewoman. I am fortunate to be intuitive. I am sensitive to my ponies needs, how they are feeling; if they are happy, healthy, contented or worried. This little bit of 6th sense stands me in good stead and I am never far removed from the routine day to day and urgent needs of my equine family.
?My experience with Anne Dee brought home an entirely new dimension to communicating with horses. In 1998 I met Anne when my pony, Maxi, was dying from an undiagnosed illness. She had suffered a serious number of problems and complications two weeks prior to foaling. After foaling, she had no milk and her colt foal, Thomas Troy, had to be hand reared. The veterinary practice had no idea what was wrong with her and we were preparing ourselves for the worst outcome. A chance phone call led us to a search for Anne’s telephone number around some of the leading competition yards in Scotland, following a trail of recently converted cynics and disbelievers.

By the time Anne answered our call, Maxi had hours to live. Anne was told nothing of the problem, as the illness had every horse expert and vet baffled for a 50 miles radius, she was simply told that the pony did not have time to wait and we desperately needed her help. 

The pony had not eaten, drank or managed to dung for days on end. She was racked with colic pain and was now so weak she could barely stand. Maxi was lying next to her foal by the time Anne arrived. Immediately Anne knelt down next to the pony and stroked her neck very gently. She spoke softly to the mare, introducing herself and telling the pony why she was there. Anne listened and reported back the following, sharing a three way conversation with Maxi, her guides and Maxi’s carers.
‘I’m sorry to tell you that Maxi believes that she’s dying. She is exhausted and cannot go on much longer. She is starving. She’s not been able to eat for as many days now. In fact she has now gone beyond hunger. She has been living off of her reserves.’ 
‘She is so very tired. She is afraid to go to sleep. She is very afraid when her Mummy is not with her. She is scared to be left on her own. She feels she will die if she goes to sleep.’ 
‘She loves her foal. She tried so hard to be a good Mother for him. He was hurting her inside. But she held on as long as she could to give him time to be born safely. Now that he is born she’s prepared to die with dignity.’ 
‘She feels as if food is stuck inside her. She would love to be able to burp. She feels so sick. So sick and so bloated. She has a blockage. She needs something to get the blockage moving through her.’ 
‘Maxi does not have to die’, Anne assured us. ‘She has to go to hospital, but you will have to fight the vet to get her there. It is not going to be easy but if you get her there she still has a chance, but you do not have time on your hand, she must go straight away. Thomas must go with his Mum as he is her reason to live’. 
‘No my angel, you don’t have to die, you don’t have to go to heaven’, Anne tells Maxi who was afraid the vet would put her to sleep.

Anne tells Maxi she has to go to hospital. ‘Mum will fight to get her there and Thomas and Mum will come with you’. Maxi was told that she’d likely need an operation but if she was brave and fought all the way she would live. 
‘You have a beautiful baby and you have to stay her to bring him up. Who is going to teach him all the things he needs to learn’? Anne asked. ‘She wants to stay with her son’, Anne tells us,  
but no more babies’. Anne comforts Maxi and listens. 
‘Maxi is showing me the doctor giving her medicine’. Anne describes the treatment Maxi has received unaware of the rope noose still attached to the rafters that the saline treatment bag had hung from. 
‘Mum has been feeding me and wetting my mouth’, Maxi said. Have you been using a squeezy bottle to feed her?   -    Yes we had. 
‘You have to keep feeding her Anne tells us’. 
Anne gives Maxi healing to strengthen her for the journey to hospital and shows us where there is a large blockage below her flank. 
Anne asks Maxi to give her a sign that she is prepared to fight. Will she stand up for her and show us that she wants to live? 
Maxi got up from the bed and walked over to the grass bucket and nibbled a few strands of grass. She then stepped towards the water and took a tiny sip.

Anne was correct in every respect. She identified the starving pony, the lack of food and water intake. The fact that the mare was starving for weeks and had been living off her reserves. The severe colic attacks. The vet being prepared to put her to sleep. The type of medical treatment she’d received. The care we had provided for the pony. The position of the blockage in her large colon, a fact confirmed to the exact spot at the Vet hospital following an x ray. That I’d have to fight to get her admitted to hospital, which I did. The fact that if she fought this, she would have a chance of life and she did.

Maxi and Thomas were safely delivered to Glasgow Vet School within a couple of hours of Anne’s visit. The vets there did not expect her to survive more than 48 hours but gave her a chance due to her foal. Maxi spent five weeks in Glasgow Vet school and took two years to fully recover from all symptoms and effects of chronic grass sickness. At the time, she was the only recorded mare, ever, to produce a living foal whilst suffering from Chronic Grass Sickness.

Anne Dee saved Maxi and Thomas’s lives. Without her intervention, conventional treatment and opinion will have ruled the day and she would have been put to sleep. Albeit the veterinary treatments were the cause of Maxi’s recovery, but Ann was the catalyst, the inspiration and the only provider of hope.
The gift Anne has is  truly remarkable  and one that has to be experienced to be appreciated and believed. I accept that each of us require to experience our ‘own truths’ to accept that horses have souls and gifted people like Anne can communicate direct to this soul. I would like to add that Anne Dee is not a horse expert. In fact she knows nothing about them in real terms. She is a complete horse novice. Never owned one, never sat on one, only speaks to them. Even with her most remarkable gift, and having helped thousands of horses over the past years, Anne does not call herself a Horse Whisperer. She refers to herself as a horse communicator.
If ever there was a qualified individual, who can honestly say, yes, I am a Horse Whisperer. I can communicate with horses, hear what they have to say, feel what they are feeling, see images from their past, tell you what their fears are, what their illnesses are, their likes and dislikes, what their concerns are, tell you what they need you to know about them, then it is Anne Dee.
(Shona Thomson, August 2004)

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