Near-Death Experience Avoided by Kindness of a Pet Lover

Ilga said it was a miracle, a Divine intervention perhaps. All we knew is that something Bigger was at work here. The week had almost gone by and time was running out for the stray that I was trying to help. It was an eye-opening experience to discover that all shelters/rescues were completely full and couldn’t take him. The shelter he resided with for the week was planning to euthanize him, deeming him unadoptable. Ilga helped me to get clarification on what I could and couldn’t do for this animal, what was realistic, and to come to some peace with things that were seemingly out of my control.

Just as I was beginning to accept that this dog’s fate, my husband called to tell me that he had shared the story of the dog at work and an employee of his came forward. He would “sleep on it,” but sounded very interested in taking this dog. Ilga described this person as a perfect match for this particular dog, someone who enjoys projects and will not see his shortcomings and training needed as a burden. He would be able to keep his emotions out of it, focus on what needs to be done, and allow the dog to be himself. Ilga and I laughed as we discussed picking him up at the shelter that upcoming Saturday. She said there were going to be a series of trials and errors getting him into the car. Was she ever right! Ilga also said that he was not mean-spirited and had been around other communities of animals. This was a concern to the potential adopter, since he already owned two cats and another dog. When Ilga inquired about what the dog would need, she stated that the dog had received everything he needed for the week at the shelter (food, housing), and that he would continue to receive everything he needed with the adopter.

It has been approximately six weeks now and Dakota is doing well. He is settling in to his new home, seems to be attaching to the adopter, and is progressing with his leash aggression behaviors. Not only was this a perfect match for the dog, but I also get to receive ongoing updates on him. I feel very privileged to still remain involved from a distance. Ilga assured me that this dog would now have the best life possible!

Andrea Shellen

Rescue Groups Search: Lost Dog Found

At 9 o’clock on a January night, a dog bolted upon arrival at a foster home of a well-known Twin Cities rescue organization. Though he was initially lost in a residential subdivision, his leash trail in the snow immediately led northwest toward frozen wetlands and nearby rural areas. Several volunteers followed his tracks until 2 a.m., when we determined that searching in daylight would be more effective. 

In the morning, one of our volunteers contacted Ilga. While I was still tracking him through the wetlands, I spoke with Ilga, who told us to go further in the same direction. We did, and we found more leash trails.

Unfortunately, unseasonably warm weather melted the snow that day and the next, and we lost concrete evidence of where he had gone. By then, dozens of people were involved in the search, including a cadre of volunteers distributing flyers. Ilga told us he’d now gone south, so we concentrated our search several hundred yards south of where we found the leash trails.

 A couple of days later, I chanced upon his leash trail TWO MILES south of where we’d lost it. He did indeed go south, but much further than we had realized. Ilga gave me a specific square-mile of land to search in, and we scoured it hoping to find more evidence in the scant snow that remained. She also said that he had stopped moving, that he might be stuck or in distress. And she relayed that though she wasn’t prepared to say that he had passed, this was a possibility.

Flyering and FindToto phone calls were starting to result in sightings. But each time searchers left Ilga’s recommended area to follow up a sighting, it turned out to be a false lead, and we were drawn right back to the area she’d indicated.

Sadly, our week-long search ended when we found the dog’s body. He had been hit by a car, just a few yards north and east of the perimeter she had given us.

Ilga has a gift, and we are so grateful that she offered it to our group in our time of need. Though not the outcome any of us had hoped for, finding the dog’s body provided closure and averted that awful condition of having to call off the search, unsure if we did enough, and never knowing what became of him.

Thank you, Ilga. If you check in again with this boy, please tell him how hard we tried.

DevonThomas Treadwell

Rescue Volunteer



sheltieI am fostering a little bi-black Sheltie, Domino, who is as sweet as the day is long but is also tremendously scared and skittish around people. And unfortunately, on Saturday July 23rd, I let all the dogs out in back to do their business and didn’t realize the back gate was not latched. We had just had a thunderstorm roll through and strong winds were pushing in behind the storm. These winds were enough to blow my gate open and let all 5 dogs out.

When I realized that the dogs were gone, I immediately started searching for them. My 3 collies and my sheltie all ran back home with the aid of some neighborhood kids. However, Domino was frightened by the children and took off running.

The first thing I did was call the local police department and asked them to keep an eye out for Domino. Next I called the local animal shelter and notified them that Domino was missing and if he should be turned in to notify me as soon as possible. Third on the list was the MN Sheltie Rescue, Domino’s owner. My fourth call was to Ilga Cimbulis, an animal communicator. I had taken several animal communication classes previously from Ilga and I felt quite confident in her work.

Ilga agreed to help me find Domino. She communicated with Domino and this is what she saw through Domino’s eyes: He ran past a church, a beauty salon, a gas station and then he came to a body of water. She said he had definitely headed southeast from my home and hadn’t gone further than a mile to mile and a half.

I was elated to hear this. I could verify the church since we had had sightings of Domino by Faith Lutheran Church which is two blocks from my house. I could verify the gas station which is located about a half a mile southeast of my house and I could verify the body of water—that being the Crow River. But I couldn’t think of any beauty salon southeast of me. Early Sunday morning I got in the car and drove around the area southeast of my home looking for Domino and what did I drive past but a beauty salon only one block from my home. I had completely forgotten all about it. So I was able to verify everything that Ilga had seen.

On Sunday, my friend Terry came over and we searched for Domino based on things Ilga had gotten from Domino in her communication with him. Ilga had us drive to a street that I didn’t even know existed and she said we would find a cluster of 5 or 6 1960s to 1970s homes. Domino had been in this area looking for food and had drunk water at a slough/marsh area nearby. We drove over to this road and sure enough, there were 5 homes set back from the main street and adjacent to the Crow River. I talked to everyone there but no one had seen Domi. It appeared that the area where Domino was moving was land owned by 3M in Hutchinson. I talked to the gentlemen in the 3M guard house and one of them said he had seen Domino the day before running down Oakland Ave straight towards the 3M plant. This sighting again verified Ilga’s information. I requested and received permission to walk 3M’s property along the river to search for Domino and I set one of the live traps between the 3M plant and the river. Again, Ilga kept getting information that Domino was roaming in this area and was keeping close to the river area.

The MN Sheltie Rescue helped pass out hundreds of flyers in the area, put up signs throughout town and hired an automated call facility to call and alert everyone in Hutchinson within a 1 mile radius of my home. Still the only sighting we received that week was from a member of the Hutchinson police department who said he had seen a large black and white Sheltie in a trailer park in the northwest part of town. The Sheltie Rescue wanted me to follow up on any sightings but my heart was not in it. I did go up there Wednesday evening and passed out flyers but no one I talked to had seen a Sheltie.

I went to work Thursday and unfortunately left my cell phone plugged in to the charger at home. A call had come in about 1:30 Thursday afternoon from a City of Hutchinson park employee who said he had seen Domino come out of the marsh area behind the park maintenance building . By the time I got home and listened to the message, it was 4:00, but I raced over there anyway and tried calling Domino out. Nothing. Since this was the first sighting in the area Ilga had us focus on since the initial sightings the day Domino ran away, I decided to place both live traps in the vicinity. I checked the traps about 6:00 in the morning but I hadn’t caught anything.

About 7:30 in the morning I received a call from another park employee at the maintenance building who had just seen Domino come out again from the marsh area fronting the river. I grabbed one of my collies and we went down to the river calling out for Domino. Still nothing. I called the Sheltie Rescue to keep them updated and as I was talking to them and walking back towards my car, who should come running out of the marsh but Domino? Harley and I ran back to the area and again tried to get Domino to come out. After 10 minutes he finally came out, saw Harley and ran over to him with tail wagging. After a little more coaxing I was able to grab Domino and bring him home.

Ilga’s information had been 100% correct the whole time. And he was actually found about 200 yards from the 3M plant and he was hanging by the river. I am so grateful to Ilga for all her help in getting Domino back home and for pointing us in the right area where he was eventually found. This is one story that has a positive happy ending and a large amount of credit goes to Ilga and her skills at animal communication! Thanks, Ilga.


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Nellie Aces Her Hunt Test!

Recently, I received a hand written note from my client Sheila. The note was written with blue ink, on wide ruled paper, three holes on the left-hand side, the sheet of paper torn out perhaps quickly leaving those paper frayed edges behind. In this “high tech” world I appreciated the time and thoughtfulness of this sweet little note. It made my day!

Here is Sheila’s note:

Dear Ilga,

I wanted to tell you what a nice job Nellie did at the Hunt Test on Saturday, after I talked with you Friday night.

She did her water retrieves perfectly – in fact , she received a “10” out of “10” on her marking and trainability (how well they retrieve and bring the bird back to you!) Can you believe it. I did exactly as you said; visualized her entering the water and I gave her a ton of praise. She was really proud of herself as she brought the bird back through the slough and spectators watching clapped for her.



This note made my day so I decided to pay it forward. I hand printed a note from Mitzi, my pet-sitting dog client to her person with photos included of Mitzi’s visit to my mom, Liga, in the nursing home. This darling little dogs “sunshine” made my mom’s day! I hope Mitzi’s note to her person brings a smile and makes her day. Let’s pay it forward!

Chewy’s Story

I met Ilga several years ago when we were neighbors. I knew she did intuitive consultations for animals so when my younger cat, Chewbacca (Chewy), developed health issues including very uncomfortable skin allergies, I asked Ilga to do a reading for us.

Ilga’s communication was so comforting and accurate, I decided to take her Introductory Animal Communication class in June of 2006. Part of the class involved teaming up with another student and practicing doing “readings” on each other’s animals. My class partner for the reading on Chewy (a totally-indoor-2nd-floor-apartment cat) reported that he “likes the outdoors and smelling grass…” (true…he always begged to go out on our balcony) …..and he is asking “When are the butterflies coming?“ (Hold that butterfly thought….)

Now flash forward 3-1/2 years to September, 2009. After several years of suffering with skin discomfort, special diets, vet visits, lots of frustration and tears, I knew both Chewy and I had had enough and I had him put down. I felt the decision was the right one. The vet was wonderful and I’m glad I stayed with Chewy through the whole transition to send him on his new journey.

A couple of weeks later, I consulted Ilga to see what Chewy might have to say and how he was getting along. The first words of her communication report were: “When I connect with Chewy, the first thing I see is a flock of butterflies!” Whenever I listen to her CD recording of the session, I find it so comforting and reassuring to know that Chewy is pain-free and finally enjoying the butterflies he has been waiting for.

Karen Golden

On The Mark!

I first met Ilga in March of 2001 when she attended a Medicine Wheel workshop I facilitated.  She called me after the workshop and immediately I knew this individual had spunk…had succinct boundaries, focus and drive!  Over the years, we have done several Julia Cameron books together (author of The Artist Way) in which we journal and move through each chapter per week and report to each other through email and at times, meet in person for breakfast to discuss what we are experiencing, our perspectives and goals.  Throughout the years, we have discovered our “art” and have supported each other as emerging creative selves allowing me to “explore” singing and her exploring her own “intuitive” nature and abilities.
Ilga has been a teacher in that…”she doesn’t always meet my “conditioned” expectations!”  I say this with respect as an observer and participant of this Earth journey.  We are very different in our personalities and yet I learn many things from her, “in reflection” to what is present in our interactions and what might be the message I need to be aware of in my own life.

I have had the privilege to witness her venture with intuitive consultations as she progressed from practicing her skills and insight to becoming an authentic, public, intuitive reader.  Her sessions are “practical” without fluff; but RIGHT ON THE MARK!  She is concrete and clear-seeing!

Personally, I have witnessed her journey over the years and have seen first-hand her strength and faith!  She is action-orientated and lives her talk!  Definitely, she is impeccable!

I recommend seeing Ilga as an Intuitive Consultant when you really want to hear out loud, confirmation and/or affirmation of your inner truth, or wish to bring forth questions that you really want answered about you, your life, your loved ones, (including the furry friends) or even to ask, “what’s it all about Ilga?!”

Rena Lindgren


Broken is how I felt when I contacted Ilga.

I was married for 20 years.  We had a nice marriage, we never really fought, we were respectful to each other, we had a nice home, nice kids, we traveled, and everything seemed fine.  Four years ago he had a mild stroke, it changed everything.  On February 13th, my husband told me he didn’t love me anymore.  One month later he said he was leaving.  I thought he was leaving for the night but he never came back home.  I assumed we would work things out and go to counseling.

I was so distraught I didn’t want to get out of bed, I was drinking too much and all I did was cry.  One of my sisters came to my house to make me get out of bed and made me eat.  I went to work and as soon as my shift ended I went into my manager’s office and fell apart.   I would have panic attacks in my car and begged my daughter to come talk to me.  I consider myself a strong person and it takes a lot to make me cry.  My poor kids saw me cry all the time.  They didn’t know what to do to help.  Our house was very sad.  This went on for about 6 weeks.  I didn’t know what to do or where to turn.

I decided to have a session with Ilga.  I was a bit skeptical at first but she was very calming.  Her space was clean, uncluttered and not kooky.  I was very comfortable and her space had very zen like feel to it.  She didn’t waste time and started the session quickly.  She cut right to the chase and told me exactly what was going on and how I should move forward.  I never felt rushed and she put the session on a CD for me to refer to later on.  I never thought “Where did she get that”?  or “I’ll have to give that some thought to figure out what she’s talking about”.   She was specific, thorough, and caring.  I have seen her 2 other times since then and after writing this I’m going to schedule another appointment.  I like the sessions with her because she’s helped me cope and gave me tools to give me hope.

I highly recommend Ilga for anyone looking for some answers and some guidance.  She has reasonable prices and she’s a very nice woman.  She’s very comforting to be around.

Thank you Ilga for all that you have done for me.

Virginia Richie

Where’s Waldo?

Everyone remembers the ‘Where’s Waldo’ children’s book character, the tall skinny boy you need to find hidden among many other characters in different scenes, but the Waldo I’m about to tell you about is real and for five weeks the question ‘Where’s Waldo?’ was not a laughing matter.  It was a life or death situation and if it hadn’t been for Ilga, her compassion for animals and her amazing gift, he might very well not be alive today.

The Waldo I’m talking about is a small, 12 lb., black and tan miniature pinscher puppy, aka, ‘minpin’, who came from a puppy mill in TX.  Animal cruelty investigators took him and all the other dogs from the owner.  Eventually he and the other minpins found their way to foster homes in MN through Minpin Rescue until they could be placed in permanent homes.

Waldo was adopted at the beginning of September by a young woman who I’ll call Anne.  A few days later he ran away from her home.  Anne posted a lost & found ad on Craig’s List and she soon began receiving calls from people who were seeing him.  She asked for their address and said she’d be right over but not once did she ever respond to anyone’s home.  Anne obviously wasn’t interested in getting Waldo back.  In fact, a few days after he’d run away she told Minpin Rescue that since she didn’t have the dog anymore she wanted her money back and if he was caught she didn’t want him back.  She’d already bought another dog.

For the first two weeks Minpin volunteers from all over the metro area combed the neighborhoods where sightings were being called in from, knocking on doors, and distributing flyers.  Three more weeks went by with sightings continuing to be called in to Anne from her Craig’s List ad and to one of our volunteers who’s name and phone number were on the flyers, but Anne wouldn’t respond to anyone’s home who’d called and volunteers lived too far away to respond quickly enough before Waldo was gone again.  He was in survival mode so he didn’t trust anyone and wouldn’t come close enough for anyone to touch him let alone grab him.  During week 5 I went to several homes who’d called in sightings of him.  They allowed me to set up live traps in their yards and agreed to keep an eye on them and re-bait them in the hopes that his stomach would get the better of him and we’d finally catch him.  The weather was turning cold with freezing rain and snow and he wouldn’t be able to survive much longer.  Minpins have thin hair coats and are not outside dogs.  We were beginning to loose hope.

Saturday, October 10th, I received Ilga’s e-mail newsletter.  The timing was uncanny.  Being somewhat a believer in animal communication yet still a little skeptical, I figured, why not?  What more have we got to lose?  We were desperate so I sent her an urgent e-mail.  The next day Ilga called me while I and other volunteers were meeting in a parking lot to go door knocking with flyers again.  Ilga told me that during the short time Waldo had been in Anne’s home he’d done something that upset her so much that she screamed at him.  As emotionally sensitive as he is, she not only hurt his ears but his feelings, his pride, his self esteem and his self confidence.  Waldo became frightened of Anne and didn’t trust her anymore so the first opportunity he saw to get away, he took it and ran.  Ilga said that he was still alive, in a neighborhood northeast of Anne’s house, and gave me a street intersection.  When we got there we saw Waldo but he saw us and took off.  I called Ilga again and this time she described a blue shed, a building with an awning on it with wood underneath where Waldo sought shelter at night.  She said it was on the north side of the stream and that there was a tan house or building on a large property with a lake behind it.  We searched for six more hours but never saw him again and finally all headed home, dejected.

At 3:37 a.m. Monday morning I got a call from a man who said he had Waldo.  He’d woken up at 3 a.m. with a bad toothache and then heard barking and crying.  Upon going outside with a flashlight to investigate, he found Waldo across the street in one of the live traps.  It was snowing hard and blowing and temperatures were below freezing.  The timing could not have been better.  Waldo would not have made it through the night in that weather.  I was dressed and out the door in less than 5 minutes and by 5 a.m. I had Waldo safely back home with me.

Later that same evening I went back to the neighborhood to pick up the live traps.  I brought Waldo along so everyone who’d seen him and had a trap in their yard could finally meet him up close and personal and have closure to this story.  When I spoke to the man who’d found Waldo I told him everything that Ilga had described to me.  I wish I’d had a camera to capture the look of absolute utter astonishment on his face.  It was priceless!  He lives in a blue house on the north side of the stream at the intersection she’d told us to go to.  He has a blue garage with an awning and wood underneath it.  A house next to him has a tan garage and kitty corner from him is a large, tan, brick government facility on a large amount of property with a lake behind it.  The man’s house and all the landmarks were northeast of Anne’s house right were Ilga had said they would be.  Coincidence?  No way!

Other than some scratches and bite wounds that Waldo received from a fight with a wild animal, some frostbite on his ears and being very skinny, he checked out fine at the vet.  With lots of TLC from his foster family he will make a full recovery.  He is now listed again on Minpin Rescue’s website looking for a permanent home with a fenced yard.  Anne received her adoption fee back minus the vet bill incurred for having to have him checked out.  Two days before Waldo was caught Ann expressed interest in wanting him back, thinking that her new dog would enjoy a puppy playmate.  She won’t be getting him back.  If Waldo could meet Ilga he would give her lots of puppy kisses as his way of saying ‘thank you’ for having saved his life.  Minpin Rescue is forever indebted to her.  Ilga is truly gifted.  Heaven forbid that a situation like Waldo’s ever happens again, but if it does, I know who I’ll be contacting immediately.

Submitted by Kim Curtis.
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