© Anne Wolff Nichols 2018

© Anne Wolff Nichols 2018

 

About Me

I have lived and worked with animals my entire life: as a professional dog trainer, a highly successful competitor (high in trials and best in shows), a nutrition consultant, and a professional dog photographer. My photography has been published in many magazines. I was licensed in 1996 to train guide dogs for blind people. I have given seminars across the country to owners, businesses, trainers and rescues groups to help promote connectedness and a deeper understanding of dogs via training. I have rescued, rehabilitated, and fully trained dogs before they are placed into their forever home. I have helped numerous clients develop deeper relationships with their dogs while helping support their animals’ over all health.

I have always been an empath. As I have grown into my abilities, my professional focus has shifted from animal behavior to emotional energy healing. I bring my over forty years of experience working with animals in many capacities to each client session, and I always listen to your animal’s individual soul story.

To help you understand how I work, please read Buddha's story below:

 

 

Buddha

And then I met Buddha. Yes, Buddha. Buddha came to me in the form of a thirteen-year-old bulldog, a very old and wise soul. Our connection was the catalyst that helped each of us find our way again. This is our story:

One fall I attended a spiritual retreat with ten other women, most whom I’d never met before. I went with the inner knowledge that I had to be there, that it was very important for my next step in life. I didn’t know how big of a step it was going to be.

During the retreat I was pressed to practice animal communication—something I had openly said I was not able to do—by connecting with Buddha. Not knowing what else to do, I went into the energy healing mode I had used on my own dogs before (read about the healing work I did on Rose). I sat on the floor in the center of the circle of women, closed my eyes, and connected lightly to Buddha with my hands. I ran my fingers over his head, eyes, neck, back touching acupuncture points and following meridians. I mentally made notes about what I physically felt as I went over him.

Then I moved to his underside, his chest. Buddha sat calmly as I tapped his heart chakra. There was no doubt I was drawn there, and once I was there it kept me fixed like a magnet. I felt a deep sadness well up inside me and tears forming under my closed eyelids. Knowing everyone was watching me work on Buddha, I first tried to keep the tears at bay but it was a losing proposition. I felt too much sadness, sorrow, and grief from too deep to keep it all from coming out. I had unknowingly opened the door to very strong emotions and they came flowing out through me.

And they kept on coming. I felt both drawn in and stuck. I didn’t know if Buddha had tapped into my own grief or I was tapped into his, but I couldn’t let go. In spite of being in a room full of people, it was only Buddha and me in that moment, both of us entwined in grief with no way out.

I heard Buddha’s guardian say, “I know what she has found.” I sensed another person indicate, “Don’t say anything yet—too soon.”

Time didn’t exist, and I have no sense how long I sat there with so much emotion spinning throughout my body as I touched Buddha’s chest. I sobbed and I didn’t see an end in sight. But I also “listened” with something that doesn’t involve the ears. Somehow Buddha was sharing his story with me.

The people around me let this all play out. And then a helpful and loving voice broke through to lead me back to myself and out of the connection that had engulfed me. I listened to the voice as she guided me step by step. Minutes seemed like hours before I was able to catch my breath and breathe purposely, and then end the connection. Slowly, ever so slowly, I let go.

I came back to the present. The connection I had had with Buddha was familiar to me. I had felt it before with some of the dogs I had trained. When it happens I “go” someplace—along with the dog—and the language between cannot be spoken because it is beyond words. I can’t say I understand it, but it is as real as the sunset and the sunrise.

Those connections always left me confused. Until that day when Buddha’s guardian spoke:

My husband was diagnosed with cancer about eight years ago. It was a hard seven years where Buddha never left Warren’s side. Buddha stayed “present” to Warren through chemo, through pain, through despair. Buddha was Warren’s guardian.

About a year ago, Warren and I were having lunch. Warren said he was feeling “odd” and then immediately went into a very short seizure. At that point he needed to use the bathroom, and I helped him get up and walk towards the bathroom. Warren collapsed and it was apparent to me, despite doing CPR, that he was dying. He quickly passed away.

Buddha witnessed all of it and came up to Warren and started licking him his face, hands and arms obsessively. Buddha was trying to get Warren to wake up. But Warren had died.

That was about one year ago, and Buddha has never been the same since. He has been more anxious and worried and just not himself.

Wow. I sat there listening to what Buddha had witnessed as his best friend died. I instantly realized it was Buddha’s pain I felt, not my own. But it was due to me having so much loss in my own life, that I now could connect on an emotional and empathetic level and clearly understand what the dog was saying to me.

As I finished with Buddha, he took a few steps away, then stopped, turned around, and came up and gave me a quick and purposeful lick on my face. He then jumped up into a chair, sat for a moment with a look of serenity about him, then lay down and went into a deep and peaceful sleep. Buddha’s guardian has kept me informed since she has been home: Buddha is calmer, walks with a lighter step, and radiates a sense of peace and happiness again. And he now plays like a puppy with his house brother.

I now so clearly see that Buddha needed to tell his story so he could heal from the loss of his best friend. When I connected to him as an empath—right into his emotions—he was able to do so. I simply channeled his feelings so they could be released in a healthy manner. This is what Buddha's guardian, Chris, told me months after our session:

Fifteen months before Anne worked on Buddha, my husband died during a cheyne-stoke episode (cheyne-stoke is a very irregular breathing pattern which can involve gasping for breath). Since witnessing Warren's death, Buddha had been having random episodes of breathing difficulties. He would wheeze, his chest would suck in, and he would gasp for air. No one could figure out the cause because there wasn't anything physically wrong.

Anne laid her hands on Buddha, feeling many areas of his body and manipulating around his skull a little bit. You could see intense grief manifesting in Anne and then the tears began to flow. She had picked up the deep sorrow that Buddha had been holding in, regarding the death of my husband, Warren. Anne continued to do energy work on Buddha until there was a release.

In the four months since Anne worked on him, Buddha hasn't had a breathing episode. It was amazing what Anne picked up on and so quickly. His release came in one session, where Anne displayed what a powerful healer she is and the deep connection and understanding she has with animals. I am immensely grateful to her and would highly recommend her healings.

Of course, there is more as this is both of our stories. When I allowed myself to open again and hear what Buddha needed to tell someone, I opened to myself and I too felt a profound sense of healing. By allowing this deep of connection to occur, I was finally honoring myself and the “real” part of me, and with that knowledge—both on an intuitive level and a mental level—I was able to let go myself and open to healing my own grief.

I was awestruck with true astonishment at the power of connecting to another living soul. It was a deeply humbling experience. A wise friend once said to me: “All great healers must first be healed.” I now understand what she meant. While healing is indeed a continuum, there are also pivotal points along that journey that can change the course of that healing. Buddha was a pivot point for me.

I now understand my basic mode of existence as an empath, though that is another label that I feel uneasy with. Words like this are tossed around haphazardly and without understanding of what they truly mean. But here is what being an empath means to me: emotions are the way I connect, the way I communicate. They are my way of seeing and being in the world. I feel. In a world full of pressure to operate via the mind and intellect, I was a duck out of water until I started understanding that feelings have always been the way I interact with the world. When I understood this, I started grasping why events seemed to affect me so much more deeply than those around me. It wasn’t because I was emotional it is because I feel others emotions and their energy within me. This is especially true with animals.

Understanding brings knowledge and if allowed to, knowledge eventually brings wisdom. To fight my gift is to fight against myself and not allow myself to fully walk in my truth and share my gifts with the world. I don’t know if I am at the level of wisdom, but the knowledge of who I truly am has allowed my wings to spread and a calm and grateful presence has started to emerge.