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Speaking to Hearts Through Animals

Speaking to Hearts Through Animals

Meet an animal communicator and discover how she became aware of her gift

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Feb 07, 2025
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Meet Kali Crosby, an animal communicator. In this first-person account, Crosby explains how she became aware of her gift, and what she decided to do with it.


Speaking to Hearts Through Animals

Story and photos by Kali Crosby

In 2008 a friend of mine, Don, called from the barn saying he needed help. Every vet he’d called was over an hour away and his horse, Moose, was frantic and couldn’t wait. I told him I’d be there.

Don knew I had graduated from Colorado State University with a degree in Equine Sciences the year before and rather than attending veterinary school afterwards, as I’d planned, my interests had evolved and I was then studying at the British Columbia College of Equine Therapy. This program was extensive and one of the modalities I was becoming proficient in was Applied Kinesiology, also known as muscle testing.

Eager to share my newfound tool, I sought out anyone interested in learning, which included Don. We had been practicing muscle testing on the horses at the barn for weeks, using it to determine nutrition, saddle fit, hoof angles, and more—but never under pressure.

When I arrived at the stall, Moose was panicked and shaking his head, seemingly desperate to remove something from it. Don and I examined him for any injuries or issues but we found nothing. Moose knew we were trying to help but he was beside himself.

We began muscle testing all possibilities, assuming it was internal as nothing was visible during examination. Despite testing for anything we could think of, nothing was confirmed and we kept guessing.

Next, unlike anything before, I heard Moose say, “I have a splinter in my ear.”

With wide eyes I looked at Don, “I think he has a splinter in his ear. I ... I heard him say he has a splinter in his ear.”

“What?”

“I …”

I reached up my hand to Moose’s swinging head and brushed my finger across the inside of his right ear. There. Was. A. Splinter.

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