Animal Dreaming - Scott Alexander King

Recipient of the

2007 Victorian PSYCHIC OF THE YEAR award

-- An Australian Psychics Association Award --

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Notable Testimonials:

"I had the opportunity to meet Scott live on air at 3AW during an interview. I am always interested in meeting people who explore this world; some are disappointing some are fascinating. I believe in our western society we spend too much time on the ‘thinking’ part of ourselves and not enough time on the intuitive or feeling part. We have become almost robotic, all following a script that the rest of our society seems to approve of. Having a ‘reading’ from Scott only confirmed my beliefs; he tapped into an aspect of me and my life that only a genuinely intuitive person could. It was a wonderful experience and an accurate one. Thank you Scott! It was a pleasure meeting you."

- Suzie Wilks [TV Personality]

"I think of you so often, whenever I am sitting outside and a hummingbird whizzes by me, or a bee lands on my hand, or when I am walking in the mountains and a lizard scuttles off the path in front of me! 'What are they telling me?' I wonder. Scott's beautiful imprint in me! Thank you so much for that. You have really changed my whole way of seeing animals within my life. : ) Thankyou … for the reading, for the experience, for the tears, for the white stag …"

- Skye Byrne [Prime Time Productions, THE SECRET]

"Scott Alexander King’s intuitive and psychic connection to the animal world is truly astounding. I liken him to a ‘messenger’ holding a sacred key capable of unlocking one of nature’s most profound secrets via the vital understanding of our precious animals. To open your heart and reason that the birds and insects of our world are willing and waiting to share a vast array of communications and techniques with humanity at this most vulnerable time. Often we pray for hope and guidance - but are we willing to listen from all levels of both the [tangible] physical and metaphysical realms? The animal medicine or message Scott conveys can assist us all in understanding subtle ways to bring about positive change in a transforming world."

- Ronnie Burns [60’s Rock Star, one time television host and co-founder of Appin Hall Children’s Foundation]

"I feel very strongly that animal medicine should be the domain of all, and for those of us who have been chosen to communicate this notion in whatever way that looks, we need to support each other. I'm happy to do so with Scott and his work, because he's a man of integrity and compassion, which is the highest compliment I can give another man. Thanks, Scott, as always, for your work on behalf of our brothers and sisters, and our Mother."

- Steven Farmer, Phd. [author and public speaker - www.poweranimals.com]

"[Scott has] been blessed by Ngthungali, the Great Spirit. [He has] a gift that many of us search for all our lives. ‘Ngthungali' is the Great Spirit; a ‘Ngthung' is [what we call] your grandfather; ‘gali' is plural, so it means ‘the grandfather of them all'. [He has] mastered the third eye technique, which is quite powerful. Only a Wiyungali, a ‘clever man', has that sort of strength."

- Mudargun the Balugahn from Gidabalani [Githabul Tribal Man from far north NSW]

"In the silent world of love, all of life can be heard. Animal Dreaming takes you to this sacred place, if you wish to go there."

- Melanie Hogan, Reverb Films [Director of Kanyini, the story of Aboriginal man, Bob Randall, who lives beside the greatest monolith in the world, Uluru, in Central Australia - www.kanyini.com]

"Animals are like us in every way that matters, they feel love and they feel fear. With all we know about animal emotion, devotion and sentience, it's so gut-wrenching and heartbreaking to think that animals everywhere are still living lives filled with terror, where they are suffering in silence and where they are dying in loneliness. In Scott, animals have a wonderful and beautiful friend. He is a voice that they need. It is a voice that if we listen to, will all grow and learn from. Scott's tireless devotion for empowering the planet to unite in unconditional love and compassion to defend mother earth and her animal kingdom is so uplifting. Thank you, Scott. As David Thoreu says, "All good things are wild and free!" "

- Aleisha Caruso [Wildlife Advocate for the United Nations Association of Western Australia (UNAA-WA), and Australian Ambassador for the United Nations Great Ape Survival Project - 'G.R.A.S.P.' - www.grasp.org.au]

" I am familiar with Scott's work and can attest to the great wisdom and experience he brings to his understanding of the symbolic and totemic representations of a wide range of animals. He has a rich appreciation of the insights held by many indigenous traditions into the significance of the natural kingdom which surrounds us. In this Scott is making an important contribution to our own sense of understanding the world around us and of our place in it - surely much needed now as humankind hovers on the brink of destroying itself and the planet. We need a wake-up call to bring us back into balance with planet earth - before it is too late. It is time for humanity to join together and return to its proper place as a conscious co-inhabitant and carer of mother earth."
- Ralph Ballard [MBBS, FAMAC, Dip. Homoeopathy, Dip. Clinical Hypnosis, Wholistic and integrative medical practitioner, Australia]

" From my perspective, Scott, you embody the shamanic energy. I prefer to think of you as a shaman rather than a psychic. You are a modern day shaman, without a doubt. You interface between the worlds and help heal troubled souls via the wisdom of the animal world. You travel into the other realms and shape shift in order to do what you do. It may not look like the traditional shamanic practice but it's 'shape shifted' to fit into our modern context. It's not about anybody bestowing the title on you - it's about you recognizing this within yourself. So, dearest Scott, accept your Shamanic mantle!"
- Dr. Hanna Cyncynatis, MBBS FAMAS

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Scott Alexander King has received the following media coverage:

National Television:

• Channel 7's Deal or No Deal (Psychic Special)
• Channel 9's Postcards
• Channel 9's Coxy's Big Break
• Channel 9's Mornings with Kerri-Anne

Community Television:

• Melbourne: Channel 31's PATHWAYS
• Perth: Access TV - WAKE UP Perth!
• Perth: Access TV - The Couch

National Radio:

• Triple M's 'SPOONMAN Show' (in association with The Movie Network as promotion for Steven King's 2007 'Nightmares and Dreamscapes')

Tasmanian Radio:

• ABC Tasmania

Melbourne Radio:

• FM 100.3 NOVA RADIO - Hughesy and Kate in the Morning
• FM 101.1 MIX - Breakfast with Tracy and Tim (2007)
• 3PVR - Plenty Valley Community Radio
• FM 87.6 Street FM
• 774 ABC Melbourne
• FM 102.7 3RRR (Triple R)
• AM 893 3AW

Adelaide Radio:

• 891 ABC Adelaide

Perth Radio:

• FM 94.5 MIX - The Big Couch with Clairsy, Nat and Shane (2007, 2008)
• FM 107.9 Radio Fremantle Community Radio
• AM 882 6PR
• 720 ABC Perth
• ABC South Coast (and Great Southern) WA
• ABC South West WA
• FM 95.3 World Radio 6EBA
• GHOST RADIO (online radio)

Queensland Radio:

• ABC Far North

Northern Territory Radio:

• 783 ABC Alice Springs

Sydney Radio:

• FM 104.9 Triple M
• FM 106.5 Mix - Breakfasts with Sammy and Subby
• FM 96.1 The Edge
• FM 107.3 2SER (Sydney's University of Technology Radio Station)
• FM 99.3 2NSB
• AM 954 2UE
• Pet Talk Radio (Online Radio www.pettalkradio.com)
• Radio Out There (Online Radio with Barry Eaton www.radiooutthere.com)

Mainstream National Print Media:

• The Queensland Times Newspaper
• Fairfax Digital
• Sydney's Body+Soul liftout
• The Melbourne Herald Sun
• Woman's Day
• That's Life! Magazine
• Perth Community Newspapers (local)
• Lilydale and Yarra Valley Leader Newspaper (local)
• The Yarra Valley Mail (local)
• MXNet Magazine

'Alternative' National Print Media:

• NOVA Magazine (both West and East Coast versions)
• Spheres: the Spirit Guide
• Free Spirited Magazine
• Soul Purpose Magazine
• The Australian Witchcraft Magazine
• Spellcraft Magazine
• Conscious Living Magazine
• Insight Magazine
• Inner Self Magazine
• The Art of Healing Magazine

International Print Media:

• Pan-Gaia Magazine (USA)
• Sacred Hoop Magazine (UK)
• Rainbow News Magazine (New Zealand)

Here are some very beautiful testimonials from people Scott has met and who's lives his work has changed. Have a read ... they're very inspirational.

"Hi Scott,

You probably won't recall who I am - and I understand completely because so many people cross your path. Nevertheless, we have just recently had the internet connected and it's taken me a while to work it out.

I attended your Healing Retreat in Warburton, and I have to say that it was like a reassuring embrace that directed me back to the path that I veered off and lost myself a while ago. I apologise in advance if this is a long-winded email, but the journey to finally meet you was in fact a long and winding road …

I had shut down. Everything had turned to shit. I was merely existing - not living. As if my life was slowly bleeding to death. My 'inner speak' was saying "I'm in here, someone come find me"... and you did - via the bush telegraph. Please, before I continue, I want you to know Scott that I’m not writing this to you as the victim; this is a very, very sincere Thankyou.

The journey for some of us is shitful at times and each time that happens I put a positive spin on it, take on board the lesson in it for me and continue my journey. Until I got into a relationship with a demon disguised as the perfect man. Initially when his outer-shell began to reveal cracks, I thought he'd been sent to me so that I can help him cure his anger problem. He never showed any of his dark side in front of my children and friends so apart from being so ashamed and embarrassed; I felt no need to concern them. Slowly but surely my self-worth turned to absolutely zero, which (in hindsight) I realise was feeding and fuelling his demon so much so that it took him to fracture my ribs, brake my arm and beat me until I was unrecognisable for me to understand that I cannot help him and if I continued to allow myself to be his punching bag, I wouldn't live to grow old with my children.

Then I was presented with something I DID NOT see coming that completely floored me. I received a call informing me that my youngest child was suicidal and had attempted to take her own life. I left work; I couldn't get to her quick enough. In between my uncontrollable flow of tears, so many thoughts and questions rushed through my mind. "How did I not see this coming so that I could intercept it?" "Why did she feel that she had to do this?" "She's just a child." "My girl's know they can talk to me about anything, they always have, sometimes they share a little too much with things I really didn't need to have imprinted in my mind, but, hey, I’ve always said they can share anything with me no matter how bad it is." "Whatever it is that made her suicidal must be really bad for her not to be able to share with me." "How can she feel that there's no other alternative but to end her life?" "You're 14; you have so much to live for." "I must be a terrible mother not to have seen any of this."

After hugs, kisses, tears and "I love you", I reassured her that I’m here for her. Even though I so desperately wanted answers, my patience insisted I wait for her to feel comfortable enough to talk. When she opened up and explained why she was feeling and thinking those thoughts, it was a bittersweet moment. I was relieved that I had no part in her feeling that way, but sickened to my stomach to learn that she'd been self-harming herself for 2 years as a result of constant bullying from kids 2 years older than her at school. Every day she had to face verbal abuse, food thrown at her, being pushed up against her locker and a knife held at her throat telling her to slit her wrists, but the thing that pushed her over the edge that day was the constant chanting of a boy's name who forced himself upon her a party. So much for a little girl to cope with, on top of everyday teenage life. She was confronted with this all because she's gothic looking and chooses to be different (which I encourage and support 100%). She is a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart and doesn't deserve to be treated this way.

So many emotions were thundering through my veins but the main thing I ached for was to have known, so that I could have protected her. After I listened to her, I finally asked her why she felt she couldn't tell me and the answer momentarily crippled me, like someone shoved their fist through my chest, grabbed my heart, squeezed it and ripped it out ever-so slowly. She said that she didn't tell me because I was going through enough (the demon) as it was and she didn't want to worry me. I was gut-wrenched. "Worry me"? I said to myself. My baby girl was protecting me when it should’ve been the other way around. I assured her that no matter what I’m going through, it can be dealt with later. Nothing is more important than a child to their mother. Caring, worrying and protecting them are part of the package. I thanked her for caring and her concern and told her how proud I am of her. More hugs, more tears and more "I love you".

As I sat and listened, to her, it was like watching a movie but we were starring in it, it was so surreal. I was numb, in a state of disbelief. My eldest daughter and I heard a totally different world that was a part of that we never knew existed. Totally gutted, I went outside and sat in my sacred space (circle). Our Malamute "Darla" came over to console me. She sat in front of me, looked at me catching my tears on her tongue as they fell off my chin. She silently understood. She is so healing. I called in my black panther to protect us. After a while I noticed Darla walk toward my circle, and then she walked over to the fence as if she was following someone or something. Then she looked at the top of the fence and looked back at me with a look in her eyes that she wanted to go too. I was in a bit of a daze until I noticed that she has sat right in front of me again but this time she was staring right into my eyes and wanted me to pay attention to her. She looked at my circle again and this time I saw the most majestic, regal, silver wolf, so big, so beautiful, he glistened. I was in awe and thanked Darla for showing him to me. The wolf looked at us, looked at the fence, slowly walked over to it and stepped over it. Darla and I were both as excited as each other. Before I knew it, Darla and I were in the car driving down the street in the direction that we thought the wolf was heading for. Night was upon us now. As we were driving down the road, something made me look up and in the tree I saw an Owl just as bright, white and beautiful as the wolf. It looked down at us and blinked and watched us drive on. I pulled up a little further down the road, I just had to stop. I knew not to go any further. I just had to remember the owl. I didn't know why, but I just knew that the wolf had led us to the owl.

A few months later I, along with my daughter Rebecca and her (then) boyfriend Adam and my friend Maggie went to the Mind, Body and Spirit Festival in Melbourne as we do every year. We had been there for a couple of hours. We were taking our time, walking around, watching the performers on the stage, and going to seminars and workshops etc., when I was stopped in my tracks by the same Owl that Darla and I had seen a few months back. It wanted me to follow it, so I did. It stopped and perched on top of a stall. When I looked at the stall, it was yours. I was so excited because I had your cards and I had wanted to meet you for quite a while. I thanked the owl for bringing us there. The queue was so long, but we decided to walk around a bit more and come back later. We were sitting watching some entertainment when Rebecca said, “Adam and I are going to see Scott”. I said “As soon as this performer has finished, we'll come down and meet you there”. When Maggie and I got to your stall, you were talking to Rebecca and Adam. You had spent a long time with them and it didn't even bother you that there was a huge queue of people waiting to see you. It occurred not having met you before, that you actually really do give a shit. How refreshing to know that there are people who still care. You didn't even know us, yet you gave my little girl and her boyfriend the time of day and didn't rush them off. Most people walk the other way because of their Gothic look but you didn't, you stayed by their side (so to speak). You didn't judge, you gave them strength. I was so grateful. You were Rebecca's saviour and you gave Adam a huge confidence boost. I never got a chance to tell you the difference you made to them. It was then that I understood YOU were the reason I was to meet the owl. He brought us to you to give Rebecca a helping hand, to reassure her that someone other than us cares. She has the utmost respect for you Scott and I thank you from the deep within my soul. You blew me away when the following year, Maggie and I went to the Festival, I came up to and said you probably don't remember us but my daughter Rebecca asked me to specifically come up to you and tell you she said Hello. You really did remember her and Adam and you said that you speak of them at your seminars and workshops. I was so touched, I cried. Rebecca was just as touched when I told her. Then when I recently did you summer retreat, Rebecca again wanted me to send you her love. I waited until the end of the second day because I didn't want to interrupt you and Scott, you were so excited. You even took the time to speak to her when I rang her and again, I cried. You are truly an amazing person.

So over time, we've talked, cried, laughed, got angry, had counselling, had nightmares and are slowly getting through it. Don't get me wrong, we have our moments (as most mums and teenagers do) and don't agree at times just as Rebecca and her sister Jade do, but we are very thankful that we can continue to love each other and continue our journey together good times, bad times, arguments the whole kit and caboodle.

I do have some concerns for Rebecca though, actually I'm really worried. She's going through a very dark time. She's very vulnerable and for some reason thinks that she doesn't fit in so she has a newish group of friends that are very dark, miserable, negative and manipulative. Some of the guys are 25 - 30 years old and Rebecca's 16, which concerns me greatly. I've tried to keep as much positivity around Rebecca without suffocating her, but to no avail. I've tried to express my concerns about the age of the guys without offending her, but she gets very defensive and storms out. She is being drawn into a group of people that practice Satanism and very into supporting Nazi’s. She has moments where she comes home and tells me how her friends are in gangs and get into trouble for stealing, fighting etc., and she's said that she doesn't want to be friends with some of them anymore, but she's too scared to let them know because they will "BASH HER". She's very angry and is starting to detach herself from me. I'm worried that she's spiralling down into something she may not be able to get out of. I'm feeling really hopeless and I don't want to lose her. We are coming to your workshop later this month. Rebecca is really looking forward to it and I’m so happy about that because if it was something that I suggested, I know she wouldn't do it. You see Scott, out of all this darkness that she surrounds herself with, you're the one shining light that seems to glimmer for her and catches her eye and brings her back to reality.

So once again, I sincerely thank you for everything that you've done for Rebecca. You are a gifted person and I'm so honoured and I thank the universe for allowing our paths to cross.

Much love and magick

Sam xxx"

Melbourne, Victoria [Australia]

Follow up: this follow-up email came in a few weeks after Scott received the email above. What wonderful confirmation!

"Hi Scott,

I just wanted to share this validation with you. I was browsing through a web site that had nothing to do with wolves, and from that site I found myself visiting other websites. Initially I had no idea why, but as usual, there's a reason for everything. I ended up looking at a link regarding wolves which didn't really surprise me because I have a great deal of respect and am very much drawn to wolves. As I was reading through the information, the paragraph underneath contained a sentence (in bold) that screamed at me. Remember it was that beautiful majestic wolf that initially lead me to you?

“Wolf Magick: The magickal attributes of the Wolf include cunning, escaping hunters, ability to pass by dangers invisibly, outwitting those who wish you harm, fighting when necessary. Sometimes an Astral wolf will lead you to a Spiritual Teacher. Wisdom, hunting and seeking, magick, dreams, intuition, listening, death and rebirth, transformation. Strong protection. Spiritual guidance in dreams and meditation”

How wonderful is that? What a wonderful gift! We are so blessed,

Take care, my friend.

Much love and magick

Sam xxx"

And here's another, this time from a gentleman who finds himself visited (and deeply touched) by the healing power of the Kookaburra ...

"Hi Scott,

I realize this may appear somewhat lengthy, Scott, but perhaps to ‘set the scene’ it’s worth the read, especially if it becomes beneficial in helping another while simultaneously adding a validating voice to those already in existence as confirmation of your spiritual gift. Further, it becomes a human interest story that adds another reference, a fresh demonstration, and a little more history in relation to the potency of Animals, especially our Power Animals, and perhaps more principally the ones that have chosen us. It appears one may have chosen me recently, but I’m not sure what to do about it yet. I promise to keep this as brief as I can, and please feel free to use it wherever you think appropriate.

Before I begin, however, it is important to express my gratitude. To say thank you, to you.

Thank you, Scott, for all that you have gone through to bring your work to pass, to fruition. Thank you for all the sacrifices you made in order to have your work become available to the many and to me (I have come to realize that ‘sacrifice’ means ‘to make sacred’). Thank you for following your spiritual guidance when you faced uncertainty about what your next move might be. Thank you for all the time, and study, and research, and effort, and travel you have done to give substance, nobility, and spiritual common sense to the Animal Dreaming Oracle. Thank you for your teachings and your dedication. Thank you for following your Calling, the truth of which I believe is revealed in your eyes. Thank you for being faithful, and decent, and loving, and understanding, and knowing, and humble, and approachable, and wonderfully human. Thank you for your integrity, and therefore your credibility also. Thank you for what you are doing on Earth and for Her, and for what you will do. Thank you, too, for the support of your blessed wife, and your children, each of them in all places, for no doubt they have all been – and are still – a powerful presence for good in your life. Thank you, Scott Alexander King, for following your Sacred Path, for being a way-shower and somewhat of a pioneer. Thank you for being you, and for being somebody’s Angel. Thank you for being a blessing to my life, to my darling wife, my five beautiful children, and some wonderful friends. Who knows how many lives your work will bless, or when, and how often. You are a Godsend.

To continue, perhaps the first synchronicity to mention is that my daughter telephoned me two days prior to the Brisbane festival stating she had tickets to it and would I like to go. Initially I said no, thinking that I went last year and what could possibly be all that different since then. For some reason, ten minutes later I had changed my mind, called her back, and said okay; a decision which “set the tone” for some nice experiences for myself and those who accompanied me on the day, which also impacted some close friends when shared with them a few days later.

That Sunday morning I awoke relatively early and noticed a thought of you in mind, which led me to the idea that you would be there, but I didn’t give it much more attention than perhaps 10 seconds. When we arrived, my wife read the programme and said that you were giving a lecture in 5 minutes, so we made our way there and sat down. We thought the timing was synchronistic, thus it became the very first thing we did after entering the venue – ignoring bodily needs to freshen up or get refreshments after our made-lengthy-drive from the Gold Coast because of traffic conditions. It was our pleasure to hear and see a down-to-Earth spiritual fellow – yourself – offer a number of insights while sharing some stories from his personal life. It all made you very human and approachable indeed. Thank you.

At the conclusion of your talk, you invited people to visit you at your Stand. About an hour later, I made my way there and circled it a few times because you were busy. Even when you had a few moments to yourself, I had interrupted your lunch, but you were still kind enough to give your attention. You will recall me mentioning that I had a skin cancer surgically removed from my lower lip, which my Doc sent off to pathology. What follows from this point is a little fuller story that I offered to send you, and toward that end you kindly extended your liberty and invitation for me to do so, and gave me a direct email address to you.

Continuing, several days after the growth was removed, I received a telephone call from the clinic saying that my doctor wanted to speak with me about the results. I will admit I was anxious, which was made worse by learning it was a level 4 malignant melanoma. My doctor told me that to have such a melanoma on the lip was extremely rare, and so he referred me to a melanoma specialist.

On the day I was on my way to the hospital, my daughter, a Christian girl who is delightfully open to complimentary metaphysical things, sat in the morning sunshine at her new residence. She sent a text message to my wife’s mobile phone saying to think happy thoughts, that I was being carried by Angel wings, and to keep my eye open for a Kookaburra, which would be my confirmation that I would be okay. She said that as she was praying to Jesus, a Kookaburra came close by and made the loudest laughing noise as if to get her full and immediate attention. She believed God sent the Kookaburra as a sign and didn’t care that I might think it was ludicrous. She decided to ask Jesus to send as many Kookaburras to convince me as there are owls in the first Harry Potter movie, which is quite a number. The interesting thing is that I didn’t get the text message from her until after my visit with the skin specialist, who told me that it was best to remove most of my lower lip, inject dyes into areas of my venous system, and remove lymph nodes from my neck, all for testing. He said without this treatment things could be fatal for me, but still couldn’t promise an all-clear result. I realize he was just doing his job, and while I didn’t show it, I was experiencing profound internal dread. The journey home in the car was silent.

When I arrived home, I started pacing the house in disbelief and anger. My wife asked me what I would need in order to feel more positive and not afraid. I said, “Something from God to show me that I’m okay. Something from outside the human element. I’d need to see a friggin’ Kookaburra because that message from Kerri is so out-there!” I reasoned that everybody knows it’s the white dove that is the symbol of peace and healing and confirmation and the presence of spirit. So, seeing a Kookaburra as a messenger of Heaven would be really unusual at this precise time.

My wife, while containing her own upset feelings, put our baby girl in the car and a few food items and suggested we go to our favourite park for some time-out. We arrived there after a twenty-minute drive, but couldn’t use the grounds or the tables. The local council of that area had decided to do work there that day, and painting the tables was part of it. In a quitting tone I said, “Forget it, Jodie. Let’s just go home.” She responded with, “I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing. There’s another park a kilometer down the road. We’ll go there.” So we did.

At this other park, no one was there. A small wooden bridge was the entrance, which we began to cross to get to the grounds. At the end of the bridge is a tall eucalyptus tree, from which came a calm or hushed cackle. I looked up and saw a Kookaburra, and then the impact of it hit me. I stood motionless for a time just staring and trying to hold back the tears. We had our camera with us, so I took several photographs as a reminder and keepsake of a divine moment. When we found a place to sit with our little one, the Kookaburra couldn’t see us. So it flew to a tree directly ahead and sat there staring, as if to reinforce the message to me of its presence. The fear in me had gone.

Days later, my wife and daughter had to cancel a weekend retreat together because of my daughter’s work commitments. So, being invited to a holiday inn at Coffs Harbour by friends over that same weekend, we decided to accept. All was packed in the car for our trip and time away, and I had made a mental note to take an Angel Oracle (to hassle Heaven for confirmation, I suppose), but I forgot to take them with me, didn’t I. When unloading our things, I couldn’t find the oracle anywhere and was angry about it, which led to the re-surfacing of fear and doubt.

Twelve stories up and overlooking the beauty of the ocean at day’s end, I decided to go out on to the balcony and pray. I prayed that I might be given confirmation, that God might show me a Kookaburra before I went to sleep that evening. From so high up I could see the tops of many trees, so I waited and watched, but nothing, and it was getting darker. Despondently, I came inside and closed the door behind me, and as I passed by the television, I saw on the screen a Kookaburra sitting in a eucalyptus tree almost identical to the one in the park days earlier. The nature channel was on, and if I’d stayed outside for just two seconds longer I would’ve missed it, because two seconds later the scene changed to tractors in a field! As you may imagine, I was in awe, a kind of spiritual awe, and the fear and doubt had gone again. But that’s not the best part.

The woman who invited us to stay at the Coffs Harbour resort had a set of your Animal Dreaming cards, which were new to her. She was wonderfully open to the “synchronistic” happenings in relation to the Kookaburra and said, “I have an Animal Dreaming oracle here, I wonder if there is a Kookaburra Card in it.” Well, she went to her room and emerged with tears in her eyes, because not only is there a Kookaburra Card in your oracle, the word ‘Healing’ is written on it. Truly, what are the chances of something like that happening? I was in awe again, with tears in my eyes again, not something usually revealed in a karate instructor. In silence I savoured the moment for several minutes. I then began wondering how and why the Kookaburra is connected to Healing, and so I held your Cards and asked what am I to know and what will be the outcome of these experiences. The card I “selected” in answer was Illumination, which feels so true. Certainly a new light of understanding seems to have had its dawning in my consciousness.

The next day my wife thought it might be a nice idea to visit the Coffs Harbour Craft Markets, which just happened to be on that weekend. I didn’t want to go, thinking to stay at the resort for some quiet time with your oracle, but went with family anyway. It was my wife who noticed a number of Kookaburra figurines and encouraged me to buy one as a tangible reminder of the synchronistic occurrences, while our friend found a dozen or so Kookaburra wall plaques of coloured glass. Of craft animals, Kookaburras seemed to outnumber all the others. Again, I was in quiet awe – and glad that I went.

The next day we decided to visit a little village-like place almost an hour’s drive west of Coffs Harbour. At that location is an old looking hut-type store that sells quaint and curious things. My wife had been in there before I saw it and encourage me to go in. I did, and right in the middle was a large and striking figurine of a Kookaburra – the best one I’d ever seen. Even in a “remote” place like this, the Kookaburra theme was being reinforced in me, or confirmed, or is it both. Of course my darling wife purchased that Kookaburra to give me on my birthday a couple of weeks later.

After four days at the resort, it came time to pack our things and travel home. I noticed despondency in me because I didn’t want to return and have to face any further medical scenarios, even though I recognized the doctors were simply wanting to do what they believed best. Just before I walked out the apartment door for the last time, and just before the television was switched off, that nature channel programme had come full circle and I saw again for a few brief seconds that same Kookaburra in the eucalyptus tree. I couldn’t believe it, but did, and was glad and somehow strengthened. As we left the remaining region of Coffs Harbour, I saw a Kookaburra – as if deliberately waiting until we passed by – sitting in the middle of an overhead electricity cable that wasn’t flanked by any trees; and then none all the way home.

It was early evening when we arrived home, and after unpacking and taking care of our little one, we settled back in the quiet for a while. About an hour or so later, my wife decided to go to bed, while I stayed up pondering about all the events that had taken place. Sitting alone I began to wonder again what it could all mean – truly mean for me – and if it was safe to put my trust in something so apparently intangible. A little before midnight an image came to mind of the Illumination card I’d drawn from your oracle while in Coffs Harbour (which has a picture of a cockatoo on it for those who may not know). A minute later, I could hear bird noises in the distance, perhaps from a kilometer away, that sounded like cockatoos. For several seconds I thought I might be mistaken, but as the sound got louder I was more convinced. To prove it to myself even further, I went outside on to our small back verandah and looked into the night sky, and then I saw them. At least a hundred were flying from the distance in a straight path toward my house. I thought they would have made a collective move into the direction of trees on my far left, but they didn’t. They kept coming and flew right over the house – and therefore over me – in all their splendour, resonance, and loudness. It was impossible for me not to be impacted by it. I have lived in this house for 26 years, and during all that time not once has anything like this ever occurred; and how was it possible that this midnight sighting was in near immediate correspondence to me remembering your Illumination card.

When they had flown over, I returned indoors. I decided to pray in gratitude for the experience, and while doing so could still hear them in the distance. After my prayer, I sat in the quiet again and wondered about things even more, especially in relation to divine timing, your Animal Dreaming oracle, and you. I figured that by some means you must be in touch with something really profound.

The next day a very official letter arrived from the Princess Alexandra Hospital with my name on it. I opened it to read that an appointment was made for me to see a plastic surgeon at the melanoma clinic, and that I needed to attend promptly. Fear coursed through me again, but I tried to give it little attention. On the day of my appointment, I felt weighed down by dread and what a cynical ego was telling me I’d be facing when I arrived. So once again I prayed, asking God that if I was okay and there was any truth to this Kookaburra-Healing-thing, to show me a Kookaburra today.

Driving to Brisbane from the Gold Coast, I was looking at as many eucalyptus trees as I could in a quiet – and probably frantic – search for a Kookaburra. Even for me to write that sentence makes me think how crazy that seems, but it’s amazing what people will do when feeling worried and desperate. Well, almost all the way there I never saw a one, and wasn’t I annoyed! However, just as we got to the outer suburbs, I saw on those large roadside walls a huge mural of a Kookaburra. It was the biggest painting of a Kookaburra I’d ever seen and it couldn’t be missed. After a moment of a kind of passive bewilderment, the feeling in me changed to calm.

At the melanoma clinic, my wife, our little one, and I waited for 4 hours to see the plastic surgeon. She was very nice, very precise, and apparently very experienced. She said that what needed to happen in my case was to have most of my lower lip removed and sent off to pathology; and to help plug up the hole and reconstruct my mouth, she wanted to take a portion from my upper lip. After transferring flesh from my top lip to what remained of my lower one and stitching my top one back together, she then wanted to sew together (except for the width of a straw at the corner) my entire mouth so that the reconstruction would have a normal blood supply. Then, after two weeks of being fed liquid foods through a straw, to have another surgical procedure done to separate my lips like one would Siamese twins, and then seal them independent of the other. She drew a rough sketch for me of what was intended. Then, depending on the pathology report, it would be evaluated if things were okay of if more needed to be taken. I shook my head in disbelief and despair. She noticed and said, “I see you shaking your head. Does that mean you’ve decided against it?” I replied with, “No. I just never realized it was going to be so drastic.” She assured me that it was quite normal to do this in a case like mine, and that it was done as a security measure. She then left the room for a few minutes to speak with another surgeon, and while waiting there I realized I could be going through this for nothing. What if it’s true, I thought; what if I was healed, and could I take that chance? When she came back into the room, she compassionately affirmed that the surgical procedures she outlined are what needed to be done. I said I’d like to think about it. She thought that was okay, but booked me in anyway. I could always cancel.

Well, after that event we went somewhere for a snack and fed our little one. Keeping my mind on the large Kookaburra mural I’d seen on the way up, I recognized I wasn’t fearing, which made it easier for me to eat something. A few hours later we were home and went about our usual evening routine.

The following evening, my brother and his wife – a prayerful couple – called in to see how I was and learn of the outcome of my appointment with plastic surgeon. I conveyed the story and told them I was 99% decided of not going through the surgeries. They asked me why I’d come to that decision, and so I shared with them the Kookaburra “synchronicities”. They probably imagined that it was fairly risky on my part to put so much trust in something like that, but then they remembered how two Kookaburras appeared on the metal street light outside their house one or two days earlier; and they live in a newly developed area where trees are scarce and certainly none in their street. What is significant about that little “coincidence” is the fact that it’s my brother and his wife who saw them, who in turn told me. Had the Kookaburras shown up at some other house in the street, they nor I would’ve known, and therefore it would have no meaning. Plus, the timing of the Kookaburras appearing is noteworthy. My brother and his wife are faithful Mormons, but peculiarly the Kookaburra means something else to them now too! And there’s more...

A short time after my visit with the plastic surgeon, I received another official letter from the hospital saying that I was scheduled for a follow-up appointment, which I let sit by my computer until I could muster up the courage to telephone and cancel it. A day or so later a surgeon telephoned me asking what I had decided to do. I replied that I had thought about it and decided not to go through with the operations at this time. I was advised that, “If there are any residual cells, the consequences could be dire.” I expressed my gratitude for them doing such a good job of following up on me, but I still wanted to stay with my current decision. I was then told that the conversation would be marked on my file, and we wished each other a good day. When I put the phone down I was relieved, but naturally still wondered if what I did was the best thing.

The following day, I received a small parcel from a daughter I have who lives in Sydney. In it was a card from her of a Kookaburra in which she wrote, “BELIEVE. Because I do.” Yes, she knew about the circumstances, but the timing of its arrival seemed supernatural, if that’s the right word. That same morning, my other daughter (who lives here on the Gold Coast) had delivered to me a small Kookaburra I could put in my pocket; she saw it when out and thought of me. Once again, it’s about the timing. Both those things arrived on the same morning within an hour of each other, one from around the corner, the other from a 1,000 kilometres away, and neither daughter knew about the other’s intentions.

Soon, my birthday arrived. So, of course my wife gave me the striking figurine of a Kookaburra she purchased from that out-of-the-way place near Coffs Harbour. She also gave me your Animal Dreaming oracle, knowing how much it means to me. After removing the plastic seal, I sat in our living room holding it, and asked of it my very first question: “What is the most important thing for me to know right now.” I then proceeded to shuffle the deck, and being brand new, some of the cards “wanted” to stay stuck with the others. From among them all and onto the floor fell Kookaburra/Healing. I didn’t need to choose again. How could it be that it was the first card to manifest in answer the first question the first time I used it – and on my birthday.

As a nice thing to do, it was decided we go on a picnic to a rainforest park that is our favourite spot. My wife asked me if I instead wanted to go to the park where we saw the Kookaburra the day we came back from the hospital, to which I said no. She asked me why, and I replied, “Because if I went there and didn’t see one, I’d be really annoyed.” I had a positive memory there and didn’t want it tainted by a negative one. So, in the car and to the usual park we went. As we neared our destination, my wife asked me again if I wanted to go to the other park. Again I said no. A few minutes later she asked a third time, and I said, “Alright then, but it’s up to you.”

We turned off the main road and into the park area. Peculiarly again, no one was there. As before, we crossed the small wooden bridge to enter the grounds, and not a Kookaburra in sight. We made our way to a table with our little one, and then I heard my wife say, “Your friend’s here.” I looked in the direction she pointed and saw a Kookaburra in that same tree directly across from the table. I took out our camera and photographed it. Seconds later it was gone, and not one was to be seen for the rest of our time there, which was at least two hours. On the way home I asked my wife, “Why do you think a Kookaburra showed up today for just 30 seconds?” Her reply was wonderfully insightful, “Because you said you’d be annoyed if one didn’t show up, and God didn’t want you to be annoyed on your birthday.”

Though there have been other similar occurrences, to bring this feedback to a conclusion perhaps these last few “coincidences” are worth mentioning – “coincidences” which show how God/Spirit can use anything to send a message; or as confirmation of a message.

One of our friend’s – a Child Care Worker and spiritually minded person – invited us to dinner on a Saturday evening, and we gratefully accepted. After dinner, we sat around the table chatting about a number of things interesting to adults, but not to our infant daughter. She became a little bored, and so to entertain her, our friend put on a new Wiggles DVD for her to watch. Our friend soon returned to the table and we continued talking. About 10 minutes into the resumed conversation, our friend asked how I was feeling and if anything was new. I shared that most days I feel confident about my decision to forego the surgery, but there are times when I feel anxious about it all and wonder if I made the right choice. Now here’s the best part: at that precise moment, Steve Irwin made an appearance on the Wiggles DVD showing footage of loud and laughing Kookaburras at his zoo. In addition to that, the camera then crossed to half a dozen individuals who were dressed in Kookaburra costumes singing a song about Kookaburras. The whole thing was quite clamorous and persistent; Kookaburras laughing, Steve Irwin and the Wiggles singing, and others in costume doing a Kookaburra dance. It was like a celebration of sorts. My wife was the first to become aware of the synchronistic timing of it with our conversation, followed by our friend and me simultaneously. Several seconds later with tears in her eyes, our friend said, “How could you not get it? If you still doubt, it’s all in your mind.” I can tell you that we don’t have a Wiggles DVD at home, but I’m thinking of buying that one! Moreover, how amazing that such a thing was produced for children while Steve Irwin was alive, yet became an instrument of confirmation for an adult years later in the most “unlikely” of circumstances. Once again, I was in a quiet state of awe.

The following Monday I was at a friends place helping with an art project. Around midday we decided to take a break, and so we did in front of the television. Neither of us was watching it – it was just on with the volume down as we talked. A few minutes later there was a scheduled commercial break advertising an upcoming medical programme, and as some kind of encouragement to watch it, several partially visible surgical images flashed across the screen. Even though I only half-noticed them, they still triggered in me the thought of doctors, hospitals, and fear that caused me to doubt my decision to do without the surgery recommended for me. An icy cold feeling seemed to grip my stomach and so I mentally prayed, “Please show me I’m okay.” Well, the very next commercial was one advertising a sale on electrical appliances, and to make it palatable to the viewer, their was a sign of 44 months interest-free displayed and accompanied by – wait for it – a jovial Kookaburra hanging upside down on a branch! Who would’ve thought? Yet again I was feeling gratitude, which I expressed Heavenward silently from within.

Lastly, my Christian daughter – whose prayer initiated this whole Kookaburra thing for me (and thus for our family and close friends) – drove to Mount Tamborine on her day off work. She recalled how my wife and I said it was a very peaceful place to visit, especially the botanical gardens, and so off she went. While walking around the gardens and having fond and positive thoughts of family, she noticed a Kookaburra close by, and she recognized the timing of it with what she was thinking. Because of what the Kookaburra means to her now, she wanted to get close to it, to touch it, to somehow acknowledge it, and she did. It wasn’t afraid or flighty. It sat there as she ventured closer, offered it a piece of bread, and then stroked its head. For her this was a little miracle and confirmation that Divinity was behind the answer to her prayer weeks earlier. Thrilled, she telephoned me immediately and shared the experience, saying that a photograph was taken and she’d email it to me when she returned home. I suppose seeing a human so near a Kookaburra is unusual, but for my daughter it had a spiritual significance.

Well, I suppose some congratulations are in order if you’ve read all the way to here. I realize that this feedback could seem somewhat repetitious, especially for those who have not experienced similar happenings, but if what’s written here inspires only one person or helps your cause, then it’s worth it. The fact is, these other-than-ordinary experiences defy human logic. I couldn’t have created them if I tried, neither could anyone else; but Someone could (capital ‘S’ intended).

I have come to understand that a miracle is anything that works out better than I expected; and although this may read as particularly bizarre for some, I think something wonderfully mystical has taken place in my life because of my daughter’s prayer and the sighting of Kookaburras at just the right time. Be that as it may, the capstone that has confirmed and linked up the experiences as being a little piece of the miraculous is your Animal Dreaming oracle and the Kookaburra/Healing Card in it. Had it not been for your oracle, I may never have known or believed Kookaburras are connected to healing, and more personally, to my healing. So, when I evaluate it all – and I do so frequently – how could I not be grateful to you. The Kookaburra came to me from your oracle with more than a precise and powerful message. It came with a definition when I needed it most. I am inspired, heartened, and encouraged because of it, and so are those near and dear to me. I imagine others will be too who are yet to hear this story.

Deepest heart-felt thanks and respect to you, Scott. I look forward to anything else you publish.

Garry"

Brisbane, Queensland [Australia]