Twilight Zone

4153268757_cd8cb90474_zEclipse, Equinox, Easter, Serpent Energy and A Message from Gypsy, the Centaur Queen of Avalon

16 March 2016

March is a month in which surrender is the best thing we can all do! The biggest month astrologically this year, it is a time for endings. For re-set. For re-think. For letting go. For going within.

I’ve been trying to get this newsletter out for two weeks — but even here in Avalon, the powerful pull of the Otherworld’s tide, found us in shock, grieving and keeping vigil around the clock as animals decided to cross. And if we look at the wider world, animals and people are leaving in droves. Their souls know what they are doing. And it speaks volumes about the times, and the strength of the warriors for peace — the old souls holding the new energies.

Gypsy died. One of the tall centaurs who lived in Avalon before we came here, who we saved from an uncertain future as they were all bred for the racetrack. Instead of that life, a dozen horses suddenly found themselves enjoying a reign of peace. Gypsy had 20 years of peace. Two of that original herd remain now. But Gypsy — with her glossy coat glistening like burnished gold — she grew to be a Centaur Queen. And I miss her. Her love and her presence. We had a special bond.

Gypsy gave me a powerful message. Shamaniically, her illness was another initiation. A story for another time. But she told me the 20th was important.  Very important.

Equinox. The 20th is Equinox.

This  eclipse period is about endings. The Equinox marks the end of a cycle of shifting. Easter, symbolically is the resurrection, or time of something new or renewed. That comes just after a full moon with another eclipse — big endings. And if you weren’t aware the recent new moon was a Super moon with a full solar eclipse.

No wonder so many people and animals are leaving. The door is open and the tidal pull is strong.  Their deaths are like initiations for us. To make us stronger, to wake us up, to make us live more fully alive.

In the planetary mix right now we have Chiron – the centaur.  The wounded healer.  The one who heralds new ways of healing.  We are seeing the collapse of Big Pharma as truths come to light.  We are also seeing the embracing of new, gentle understandings of our divine blue print, our power to heal, and our wider understanding of frequency.

Here at home, we shockingly lost two of our beloveds to snake bite. One on the last full moon. One on the New Moon.

Hot, agitated  relentless weather. Snake bites. Chiron meeting serpents. Serpents being the supreme symbol of healing. And shedding. Gypsy also talked about the importance of the sun and the snakes spoke of the  rise of the Divine Feminine — the reclaiming of our original power as a people fully awake and sacredly connected to the land — our Mother.  And all this happened at a time when the sun was beating down on us with unbearable hot weather and solar flares were shaking us to the core and  shifting our electro magnetic fields.

Wake up — you are divine beings — not slaves.

We have never had beloveds being bitten before and i don’t believe they were accidents. I believe there were soul contracts to be fulfilled at this very time in astrological history. There is just too much going on to think otherwise.

While it’s very tough on our tender hearts (we are still in shock I think). there are messages here for all in the wider community..

We are being aided powerfully to shed whatever is left to keep us from being Love, and to reset and step up for our Divine nature.

So make sure you take some time out on Sunday, March 20 – the Equinox. Light a candle for you and your lost loved ones. And meditate on how the world could look if we all woke up out of our trancelike state and began to honour the Divine Feminine within. Powerfully creative, wildly impulsive, deeply nurturing and caring (of all species). Deeply loving of self.  And actively making change to make the world a better place.  No more complacency. Now is the time to be the new human.  Just embody Love.

I know that’s hard at a time when the world is crashing down around us.  But imagine yourself a powerful merkabah to sit inside, protected from all the noise in the world. Still yourselves. Get centred. And take a pair of golden scissors to the past.

This is a time for new stories, complete reinvention. Something you can get excited about. It’s a time to upcycle, recycle, give to others, get connected, activate your community, plan to get off the grid, downsize, prepare to start your business out of things you love to do, do something fun with your family, and be kind to all living beings.  Walk lightly!  Go plant based, grow your own veggies and fruit and nut trees if you can.  Be the change. Set the example.  Encourage others.  Together we can use this time to actively dream in a beautiful world. Invite the street for a  vegan pot luck or a vegan barbecue in the local green space.  Get others thinking and acting too.  Don’t wait for the world to change.  Be the change.  It’s time for people power.

Take the opportunity on the Equinox to use those powerful energies to anchor in the new you — a beautiful being of light, radiant with the Divine Feminine and Divine Love, a manifesting super star, creating a gentle new world of deep peace for all species  with every step.

Use this time to focus on the kind of world you really want.  Re do your treasure maps.  Write and paint what you want.  And not “I want a big car”.  That kind of list is so old world.  How about “I am thriving and happy with my family, taking down time to surf and play guitar”.  Or whatever the equivalent is for you.

The Equinox is a time for the Divine Codes to activate and the veil will be thin. It’s a good time to gather with friends, do some uplifting ceremony and listen to what the Otherworld may be whispering. There’s a lot going on right now in the Unseen. Feel the turn of the season’s wheel, listen to the Earth, and always be honouring. This is definitely a time to give back. We use oats and cake to honour the Spirits of Place and the fae.

And on Easter, you can rise again — reborn, anchoring your new intentions with every step.

Thanks for being amazing and wonderful you, and helping this new world to be birthed. This is how we do it.  Step by step, each one of us — collectively making the difference.  Love being the key to transmute everything.

RIP Gypsy – you humble me with your Great Love,  and the gorgeous, brave and loving warrior cat Bhakti.  RIP Little Sally the sheep who just wanted to be with her mum, Zac the goat kid  who thought he wasn’t good enough to live in a place of peace ( we healed that thought before he left) and Shimmer the cat who received so much love and acknowledgement , she decided to leave while purring and holding my hand.  So peaceful.  All of you are deeply loved and deeply missed.  Thank you for your presence in our lives. You each made it richer.


Love Candles photo © kate fisher. Used with permission under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.

Vale Cocoa


Cocoa, around the time she first came to A Place of Peace

The little bay wild pony mare we called Cocoa was curious about her situation. She couldn’t stand up. After eight years of enjoying freedom, hay and soft mashes, while avoiding a human’s touch, she now found it to be heaven. She leaned into the oil massages, the shiatsu, the T-touch, and loved the homeopathics with apple juice, the warm mashes, the herbs, and being stroked and loved. She didn’t even get frightened when a rug was put over her at night. She told me it was surprising to her, how good being loved like this really felt. And even though she was free, it healed her mistrust of humanity. It healed her grief at the loss of her daughter.

Her daughter in spirit was hanging around. I knew in my heart, that Cocoa wouldn’t stand up again. And despite her perkiness, she wouldn’t be with us long.  She had been finding the August part of winter hard in recent years. We always fed her soft mashes until the sweet grass came.

We slept with her out on top of the little hill that was to become her final resting place. While her family sometimes visited, we were her protectors, taking it in turns around the clock, to make sure she was safe. She knew we were there.

I was teaching that weekend in town, and  my senior students and I would do healing on her at every spare opportunity, and send Divine Love energy. But when I got back home, I knew my Cocoa was no longer there. I stroked her face and gave her water to drink. I knew this would be her last night with us. Thank you for waiting for me little one. It was an honour to serve you.

I took a hot water bottle and a blanket and lay down on the grass beside her. Above us stretched the vast universe of stars and dark sky. She reached for the Lavender and Peace and Calming essential oils, as I softly sang her spirit free to the Summerlands, my hands resting lightly on her cheek. Spirit, her herd leader, came quietly up to say goodbye. He looked at her gently before he turned away. “Farewell, Grandmother”, was the essence of his exchange. I’ll never forget that moment, of being one with the herd.

Her body rested peacefully, going through the stages of leaving, while her spirit flew free with me, following me in the dark across the paddock to our home. She was curious about life and humans and she was young and vital and free. Andrew did the graveyard shift, guarding her body while it shut down. He came in the early hours of the morning, with the words that she had gone.

She was buried where she lay, after a short ceremony. Her spirit still hung there in the wind, curious, not quite ready to leave. But she would, I knew. She had a powerful message for us all – “Trust in the process of life, and know there are angels all around.”

We can all be angels. Human angels for the animals we love.

. . . . . .

If you liked this article and would like to give an exchange of energy, please consider making a heart gift. Heart gifts help make the new world go around, and the animals we support  all thank you!

Billie Dean can be found at and Copyright © Billie Dean, 2013. You are welcome to share this article but only in its complete form with author and website attached. Thank you!

Photo credit: Billie Dean

Doggy Encounters of the Compassionate Kind

German ShepherdI was at our local market buying veggies today, when two dogs wrapped their leads around me. Their person was embarrassed, but I am always grateful for such exchanges, because I know they are not random.

One dog was a rescue with a catheter sticking out of her face. She was a soft and gentle dog and asked me to help her with some healing. The plastic tube was uncomfortable and she wanted it out. Doing this kind of work is second nature to me and as I put my hand out, I could feel the energy building. So could she. She neatly put her head into my hand, asking for healing. Her person was confused, exclaiming I must have a special gift with animals, when really I was simply Listening and following the whispers of suggestion that I knew came from the heart connection this dog and I were sharing.

And so I did some healing there and then between the rows of veggies, pulling out the old trauma from her last home, which was the root cause of the abscess. The woman was mumbling something about “she hoped this dog would survive.”

“Of course she will survive,” I said. “She’ll heal now and the kindness that you have given her will ripple out to become blessings that will touch you more than you know.”

The woman smiled. The stress left her face. This is the beauty of expanding to take on an animal in need. You do become blessed in all kinds of different ways. This dog knew I would help and dragged her unsuspecting person t have an encounter with someone who would put her mind at rest. That would ripple out into the way she treated her dogs, and maybe her family and friends, and most importantly herself.

Sometimes it is good to hear that the heart action that you have taken was good and right, in a world where such things are not quite considered in such a light. The tide is turning most significantly – but it depends on the social circles you move in.

Another dog encounter was in the city one night, exhausted after a long day pitching our new film idea to colleagues and industry professionals. We had a long drive home, homework to do on our pitch, and our senior dog needed us on night duty as well. We slept in snatches.

So the last thing we needed was a lost dog on our hands. And that is exactly who I noticed outside the supermarket. He was a beautiful big male shepherd and I could tell he was deeply loved and exploring. But another sense told me he needed returning to his person and there was no way I could leave him in danger of winding up in the pound where his future would be dubious.

He had a collar but no tag and I asked everyone if they knew him. Many people were concerned. Only one young guy was willing to take care of him. But this huge dog was having none of that, so we fashioned a lead out of Andrew’s horseman’s string and I asked him to “Go home”.

His frantic person met up with us one street away from home, and we both gratefully climbed into her car. She took me back to mine while I translated this dog’s desire for an improved diet and some guidance and messages for his person.

She was incredibly grateful and promised to get him a tag. But the point of the story is that telepathy is always working and I “knew” I had to help this dog, because he asked me to. Not in so many words, but by a pull of moral consciousness. He wasn’t looking for a home. he had one. But he was looking for someone to help his person.

These are small acts of compassion that anyone can do You might not be gifted with the memory of telepathy. You might not be a shamanic healer. But you have a heart and if you listen to that heart, it will tell you the right thing to do, even if it is the “wrong” time. For there is no “wrong” time when it comes to Divine Action and Intervention.

. . . . . .

Billie Dean is an internationally recognised interspecies telepath, animal and peace advocate and award-winning creative artist.  She  is the author of Secret Animal Business, and  co-founder of Wild Pure Heart Productions which produces  inspiring and heart-warming films about animals and peace.  Billie runs a transformational on-line school Rainbow Fianna, teaching animal communication with ethics and an eclectic blend of native  and visionary wisdom to help people evolve into the human angels animals need them to be. With her husband and daughter, Billie runs A Place of Peace at her home, where over 40 rescued horses run free, and is the founder of the Billie Dean Deep Peace Trust, a not-for-profit that promotes peace and freedom for all animals through the arts, education and compassionate action.  Copyright ©  Billie Dean, 2012.  You are welcome to share  this article but only in its complete form with author, author blurb, and website attached.  Thank you!

Photo credit: Magnus Bråth

Don’t Let 400 Sheep Die in Vain

7 June 2012

Victorian Sheep Crash

Victorian Sheep Accident. Image from

I was thrilled to learn that Molly Brown, the one sole survivor of the horrific accident which took the lives of 399 sheep (warning, some of the photos in the reporting of this story are horrific), has now found sanctuary at Edgar’s Mission. Molly has survived for a reason, and every pic I have seen of her shows me someone who is still in trauma and can’t quite believe her luck. She has a strong life urge and I want to honour her with every part of my soul. She will make a difference.

We did our normal Full Moon ceremony this month, and  the sheep who were killed in the road accident , came in for shamanic healing and release.  They were ANGRY. And under the anger were tears of wretched grief.   “We hate this.  We are finished suffering.  End this now.  End the suffering of our kind.  We can’t take any more.”

Another sweet ewe came forward  – shocked and grieving that she was shot because she survived. This was the solution given by the  “animal welfare” authorities.  What could I say to her except, ” I’m so so sorry.”

They took me into their forms and showed me what it was like, really like, being a soul in sheep’s clothing. Being a sheep is one thing, but treated like a commodity – it was a soul-shuddering experience. I took them through some deep healing and forgiveness processes until every one of them was free. It was deeply moving. I went through the entire ceremony with tears streaming down my face – their grief, as well as mine.

How can anyone with a heart allow the atrocities we do to these other species to continue?

They aren’t the first animals who have come to me in anger and been released. The grey kangaroo, culled in their own country by the thousands, have come in for release and said bitter words over and over and over. They aren’t unaware of their fate. They are intelligent beings who live in families, and they are angry and upset. It is like living in a perpetual war zone. Last month it was the Orangutan – upset because their habitat was being destroyed. They were so angry with humanity. I was pleased to be able to release them to the light, where they ultimately found joy, and peace.

The message is clear. The animals have had enough and they want us to stop. They need respect and they need a voice. We are their voice.

I first heard about the accident involving the 400 sheep in Victoria from one of my students who had been coming home from ceremony.  Her dog was very agitated, proving the sensitive connections animals have with each other and all life. My student didn’t know what was wrong with him until she came across the  awful scene of carnage on the road. She heard the words she had been praying for that night, “Deep Peace”.

I read her note to me and her fellow students,  and tuned into the sheep, doing much work with them and honouring their sacrifice – which became clear the next morning.  The first thing I read on Facebook was the news that the suffering caused by this accident had been cruelly dismissed by Channel Nine’s reporting, which said, “No one was hurt”.  I immediately urged people to write to Channel Nine. If the media knew the tide had turned and people were more compassionate and sensitive, then they would be too, and this would filter down into mainstream. This could be a turning point for change. I also heard the RSPCA had ordered the shooting of the remaining sheep when rescue groups had offered to home and rehabilitate them. I was a bit stunned to hear this. It reminded me exactly of the Jeparit pony story, where the answer by animal welfare (at that time the DPI) was to kill, rather than offer compassion and care. Again, humanitarian humans who wanted to help were dismissed, and truly I don’t understand why. It is seriously a fundamental problem in our society that we consider killing a form of care.

Would we shoot a human who may have been injured in an accident? No, the ambulances would be running hot to state-of-the-art hospitals to try and save the life of every human hurt. If you are unfortunate enough to be a different species, that kind of caring is not considered an option. And let me  put it this way. Do sheep hurt each other, other animals, their planet? No. But humans do. So why do humans get better care than sheep?

Sarah the sheep

Sarah the sheep

I talk about my poddy lamb Sarah in A New Era for Animals. Sarah was raised in the house, is incredibly intelligent and would sit at my husband’s feet when he played piano. She loved music, sliding down a make-shift slide with the goat kids, and cuddling up by the fire with the dogs.  She is not that different to us. It is time to consider the non-humans and understand that truly ALL life is precious.

Sheep, and all animals, do count.  Anything less than respect and care is unacceptable.  They are not here for humans to eat.  They are not here to be tortured.  The animals have told me for a long time there would come a Revolution of Kindness for animals – this is the beginning.  Let’s make change now.  Let’s show our big hearts, and our humanity, and evolve into the grown-up species we are really meant to be.  Start by being kind.

Tips to a Cruelty-Free Diet

A cruelty-free diet is simple and the benefits to your finances, health and peace of mind are ten-fold.  There are all kinds of fake meats on the market for those transitioning from meat to cruelty -free. You can find them in your supermarket and health food store. But in tough economic times, you can simply use lentils and other beans, nuts and seeds, vegetables and fruit for a very  healthy and guilt-free diet.

Consider lentils or beans with vegetables instead of mince in a Shepherd’s Pie, or nachos, or tacos or a spaghetti/pasta dish, minestrone and other soups.  You could do  a roast with nuts and seeds made into a loaf .  Or combine grated veges, flour, No-Egg and seeds to make patties.  You can make a meal of zucchini fritters and salad.  Potato pancakes.  Pumpkin anything.  The recipes are endless and delicious.  You can do beautiful curries with chickpeas and rice, and if you want to move onto something more inventive, try blending cashews with lemon juice, black pepper and a bit of water for an amazing “cheese” to have with salad and bread.

Indian food is traditionally vegetarian, and more and more vegan and vegetarian restaurants are popping up all over the place if you eat out.  You can always find an animal-free option and many places will make you something special when you ask. I always thank them profusely. And the silly thing is – so many people resist the idea of becoming cruelty-free, but when the food comes out, they love it. I’ve had people at a seminar crowd around me and my very special vegan dessert because it looked so much better than theirs. (And was!)  At mixed food events, vegans have  to be served first or separately because the meat-eaters all tuck in. I’ve been left hungry at events because of this. So please know that this way of eating is not only acceptable,but it is delicious, healthy and desired.

As I’ve said before, even my dogs eat cruelty-free – and each of the six sport glossy coats, vitality and health.   For more information on this subject, please see my Veganism page.

Thanks for caring!

. . . . . .

Billie Dean is an internationally recognised interspecies telepath, animal and peace advocate and award-winning creative artist.  She  is the author of Secret Animal Business, and co-director of Wild Pure Heart Productions which creates  inspiring and heart-warming films about animals and peace.  Billie runs a transformational on-line school Rainbow Fianna, teaching animal communication with ethics and an eclectic blend of native  and visionary wisdom to help people evolve into the human angels animals need them to be. With her husband and daughter, Billie runs A Place of Peace at her home, where over 40 rescued horses run free, and is the founder of The Billie Dean International Deep Peace Organisation, a not-for-profit organsiation to promote peace and freedom for all animals through the arts, education and compassionate action.  Copyright ©  Billie Dean, 2012.  You are welcome to share  this article but only in its complete form with author, author blurb, and website attached.  Thank you!


A Turtle on the Road to Humanity


It’s turtle season, so please watch out for turtles on the road.  Andrew and I saw one upside down on the road the other evening driving home.  We turned around to get him, as I knew he was alive despite the going home traffic, and I was walking towards him when a car ran him over.  You might think they might consider why I was walking on the side of the road.  But no.  I was wondering about the human species at that point as I picked up the poor little guy who was in pain with a broken shell, but still alive.  I did some work on him, and administered Death Rites to give him spirit flight, as Andrew sped toward Braidwood, and we searched for turtle wildlife carers.

Barbara Bateman was there, always ready to take on the injured and homeless, and we really will miss her when she leaves the district soon.  She restored my faith in human nature.  The little bloke wanted to live, or at least, die naturally.  He was back from spirit flight by then.  Barbara knew of a Canberra woman who knew how to take care of turtles with broken shells.  She rang her as soon as we left.  Lots of gratitude to these wonderful carers.

Sadly, the little bloke didn’t make it.  And I feel the loss keenly.  I  focus on sending blessings to the guy who ran him over — because that appeared an unnecessary waste of life.  As I am always surrounded by beautiful people who really care and go the extra mile for animals, it is always such a shock to cross paths with someone who doesn’t.  I call them young souls, bless them, and put my pain to the fire.  That way I am free of judgement, sadness and anger leaving a dense residue in my body.  I’m not sending any negative ripples into the universe or darts to him. This is one pathway to peace, because as I constantly reminded my students last week, all thoughts are things.  My feelings of grace are genuine.  So bless you driver!  May you have Love in your heart and hands!

I know in this life there are no accidents. and that that turtle experienced a lot of human love in his final hours — and Love truly is what every soul needs.  So perhaps the whole scenario had a higher reason.  Perhaps the driver needed Divine Love and blessings.  Perhaps the turtle needed to experience human love and compassionate action.  Perhaps, perhaps……the important thing here is to make every act an act of compassion — to all parties, and to keep walking the High Road of Love and Peace.

This originally appeared in the November 11, 2010 edition of my Animal Whispers newsletter.

Photo by Jonathan Zander (Digon3). Source.

We're working out the details of the new store, and are getting the items in place. If something looks wonky, or you can't find something, send an email to, and we'll look into it. Cheers, Andrew Dismiss