Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Deborah Gilson's Resume'

Deborah Gilson
Redding, CA. 96001  
Google: deborah gilson author                                                                                                                                                   

Highlights:                                    ·   Talented in working with people and animals.
·   Strong background in all phases of writing, editing, animal care, organizing closets and wardrobes.
·   Honest, friendly, outstanding communication skills, both written and verbal, poised in professional and social settings.

Professional Skills
Sales and Retail Skills:
·   Greet customers and ascertain what each customer wants or needs.
·   Describe merchandise and explain use, operation and care of merchandise to customers.
·   Recommend, select and help locate or obtain merchandise based on customer needs and desires.

Author / Writer Skills:
·   Write to customers in their terms and on their level so advertiser's sales message is readily received.
·   Discuss with client the product, advertising themes, methods and any changes to be made in advertising copy.
·   Edit or rewrite existing copy as necessary and submit copy for approval to supervisor.

Rancher / Rescue Animals Skills:
·   Care, health, protection, feeding, cleaning, watering, handling, adoptions and well-being of all animals.

Experience:                            Self-Employed                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Woodside, CA.
                                                                                                                        Author / Writer                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 July 1997 to Present

                              Volunteer                                                                                             June 2013 to Present
                              Another Chance Animal Welfare League: A No-Kill Shelter

                                                                                                                        Non-Profit - Lone Pine Ranch                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Woodside, CA.
                                                                                                                        Owner / Manager                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           July 1997 to June 2013

                                                                                                                        Margaret Johnston                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Atherton, CA.
                                                                                                                        Caregiver                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                March 2013 to June 2013

Education:                                    University of Hawaii ~ Manoa                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Honolulu, HI.
                                                                                                                        Bachelor of Science                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                        Brooks College                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Long Beach, CA.
                                                                                                                        Associate of Art

Talk Back: The McFib and Cruel Gestation Crates: November 10, 2011


Yesterday, I wrote about arguments before the U.S. Supreme Court by the slaughterhouse industry and pork producers, working hand-in-hand with the Obama administration, to nullify a California law to stop cruelty to farm animals too sick or injured to walk. There was widespread news coverage about the case, and most reporters interpreted the reactions of the justices as favoring the slaughterhouse industry and the Obama administration over the state of California and HSUS and the other animal protection groups. It will be several months, in all likelihood, before the high court issues its ruling.


It’s not the only legal forum where we are battling the pork industry. Last week, The HSUS filed a complaint against Smithfield Foodsfor claiming that it keeps pigs in an “ideal” environment where their “every need is met,” and not surprisingly, it drew broad media attention and outrage. Our 2010 undercover investigation revealed a very different story at a Smithfield subsidiary: breeding pigs nearly immobilized in narrow crates, some biting the bars until their mouths bled, and animals with open sores and abscesses.
Since Smithfield is a top supplier of pork to McDonald’s, we’re urging the fast food company to move away from gestation crates in its supply line and urging Smithfield to make a specific commitment to phase out this extreme confinement.
Many of you were upset by the Smithfield news and wrote in with your comments:
It's painful looking at the pigs in their gestation crates, with blood on the cement before their eyes. Without using words the way we do, they're communicating their pain and agony. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I walk into my barn and wrap my arms around Howard, my 500-pound pink pig, sharing with him what the McDonald's pigs will never have. If a picture is worth a thousand words, how else may I convey pigs feel like we do?     —Deborah Gilson
Deborah and Howard, her Rescued Hog

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Passionate Interests

  1. Health/Nutrition/Vegan/Organic/Exercise/Vaccination Damage
  2. Animal Well-Being/Communication
  3. Music/Musicians/Lyrics/History:
A.                 Rock
B.                Classic Rock
C.                Pop
D.                Indie/Alternative
E.                 Soul/R&B/Funk
  1. Into the Mystic/Metaphysical:
A.                 Time Travel
B.                Astral Travel
C.                Past Lives
D.                Intuition
E.                 Clairvoyance
F.                 Teleporting
G.                Spirits/Ghosts
H.                Instant Thought Messages
I.                    Universal Connection
J.                  Six Degrees of Separation: We’re all Connected and from the same source
K.                Spiritual Realm VS. Religious Dogma
L.                 The Other Side
  1. Writing/Editing/Publishing/Libraries/Researching
  2. Reading: Non-Fiction/Learning Self Improvement
  3. Teaching:
A.                 Classes
B.                Writing
C.                Being
  1. Psychology:
A.                 Mind
B.                Brain
C.                Creativity
D.                Dreams
E.                 Behavior/Personalities
F.                 Brilliance/Genius
  1. Wardrobe/Closets/Beauty:
A.                 Organizing/Coordinating
B.                Style Trends
C.                Hair/Make-Up/Skin Care
D.                Posture/Presence
E.                 Beauty Personified: Inner/Outer
  1. Home Decorating/Interior Design
  2. Colors/Effects:
A.                 Auras
B.                Chakras
  1. Astrology/Numerology/Tarot Cards/Palm Reading
  2. Hawaii:
A.                 University of Hawaii ~ Manoa: Alma Mater
B.                Culture
C.                Food
D.                Nostalgia
E.                 Weather
F.                 Spirituality
G.                History
H.                Scenery
I.                    Healing negative ions from ocean’s vibes
J.                  Natural fragrance
K.                Flowers/Flora/Fauna/Waterfalls
L.                 Clean air
  1. Connecting:
A.                 “The Connector”: Bringing together or into contact so a link is established
B.                Creating Harmony/Peace/Tranquility

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Cliffs of Moher

          In 1895, I stood at the edge of the cliffs, looking 700 feet below to the massive rocks. I watched as the water crashed against the cliff’s base, throwing waves high into the air. At 19 years of age, my pregnancy and life would end in a few moments.
            In 1995, I was sitting comfortably in a chair during a regressive hypnosis session with Lisa, the Scientologist, who’d guide me toward unearthing my deeply troubling past. I’d gone to learn about troubling parts of my childhood, which prevented me from healing emotionally as an adult. Lisa said to go as far back in time as my mind could remember. With eyes closed, I suddenly felt the chair shaking while my feet became unsteady with the movement of the floor. I nervously told Lisa, “We’re having an earthquake!” She instructed me to keep my eyes closed. The Loma Prieta catastrophe of 1989 was still fresh in my mind. The magnitude 7.1 earthquake severely shook the greater Bay Area where I live. My heart began pounding with terror once again.
            By now, I was sweating from the panic of the earthquake, while transitioning to the Cliffs of Moher. Lisa asked, “Debbie, what year is it, where are you and what is your age?” I responded robotically, “It’s 1895. I live in Ireland and I’m 19.” Lisa told me to continue my experience. She said she’d guide me and I’d feel no pain, regardless of what transpired during the regression.
I began telling Lisa of a previous life as a beautiful, 19-year-old peasant girl with waist-length, brown, wavy hair. My parents and I lived in County Clare, the West side of Ireland. I’d become pregnant by a man of royalty, whom I deeply loved. He was the king of his castle whereas, my parents and I lived in a one-room hut with thatched roof and mud floor. I walked five miles to his fortress to let him know of my pregnancy. His servant opened the door and when I asked to speak with the father of my child, was told he was unavailable. I knew why the reason he refused to see me was because of the massive chasm in our social classes.
With a tremendous amount of hopelessness, I began walking south toward home. An instinct came over me to look back at the castle. There, in the window of the highest room facing me, I noticed my baby’s father watching as I walked away.
            Lisa asked what I did at this point. With my eyes still closed, I relayed the next phase of my regression. Barefoot, I made the five-mile walk back to my home. My parents were in the field, working the land. I hugged and kissed my pet goats good-bye. With tears, I walked down a narrow dirt path and stood at the Cliffs of Moher.
            I let Lisa know I was standing at the edge of the cliff and was about to jump to my death. She said to leave my body before I landed to avoid the pain. I promised I would.
Taking three steps to the edge, I dove forward and began my decent. I noticed the sea gulls flying against the cloudless sky. The warmth of the sun enveloped my sailing body. Just before I landed, I left my body and watched as I crashed onto the rocks. The powerful ocean splashed over my dead body. My long hair splayed across my face and onto the rocks.
Slowly, I began opening my eyes, leaving a tragic loss far behind and bringing myself back to present day. Moving forward in my life, I acquired goats and a host of other animals who’ve provided healing for me. Together, we’ve blessed and released the Cliffs of Moher. 

The Other Side

           Astral travel’s been natural for me since I was a young girl. These frequent out-of body experiences consisted of my astral body separating from my physical body and traveling outside it. It is called ‘astral’ body because it glitters like stars when observed intuitively. The astral body doesn’t have organs, although it takes on a form similar to one’s physical body. Astral travel is when the astral body leaves the physical body, moving to where it wishes. While sleeping, at the will of my mind, I fly anywhere my heart desires.
            Countless times I’ve been thanked for visiting friends and family members during the night when they were in distress. For me, these events are seen by me as dreams, however, those whom I visit describe the pajamas I was wearing when I arrived to console their aching hearts.
A girlfriend had a horrific fight with her husband one night, leaving her crying into her pillow with her back to her sleeping husband. I glided into her bedroom, gently put my right hand on her shoulder until she was aware of my presence. I sat on the edge of her bed until she calmed and then fell peacefully asleep. The next morning I saw her at my son’s school and she gave me a warm hug, thanking me for visiting in the wee hours of the prior night. I told her I thought I’d merely dreamed of the event. She assured me it was no dream.
I’ve longed for my late mother and brother since their deaths years ago. I yearn to see them, feel the warmth of their arms around me and hear what they’ve been doing in the spirit world. When my mother was dying, she said, “Honey Bunny, I’ll always be here for you.” Recently, I crawled into bed one night, crying. I spoke to my mother for comfort. I finally fell asleep and traveled to the spirit world in search of my mother and Ross, my brother. I saw myself wearing the same pajamas I was wearing when I fell asleep. I traveled in a sitting position, with my legs extended in front of me. My arms were held straight out sideways to feel the warm air. With my eyes wide open, I searched for my mother and Ross.
The air was a balmy 75 degrees, the sky the clearest blue and the trees the greenest green. There were more flowers than I’ve ever seen in my life. Farm animals grazed, dogs played chase and people walked hand in hand. This sanctuary was almost too much for my mind to absorb. My body felt a weightlessness never experienced in my physical body. My heart was full of pure love and soaked up all I witnessed. At last I was at peace, free from life’s problems.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kato and Kalei, my late Saint Bernards, charging up to me. Their tongues were hanging out the sides of their mouths from having run so hard to catch up to me. I landed softy on the ground and hugged my beloved dogs. They licked my face, nestled their muzzles in my hair and once again, Kato, my 220-pound baby boy, sat on my lap. It was obvious how much they missed me and wanted to come back to my life. I let them know I still wasn’t in a position to have them return.
Hugging and kissing my dogs one last time, I willed myself to begin flying again. I traveled quite a distance further in search of my mother and Ross. They were no where to be found. Sadly, it dawned on me they weren’t going to greet me. They knew I wouldn’t want to return to my life, however, my most precious belonging trusted his mother to be there when he awoke. I flew back home and gracefully put myself back into my physical body. When I awoke the next morning, I walked down the hallway to my son’s room, saw him sound asleep and knew then the reason I’m to remain on God’s green earth: for my most precious being.
Life’s twists create longing in other’s hearts and they, too, travel. As I “slept” one night, I was visited by a lover from years gone past. We made love with our hands above my head and our fingers intertwined. This is how we made love for the first time three decades years ago.

I know from years of experience, when I awaken from a “dream” and I’ve seen the actual face of the person, coupled with intense sensations, astral travel actually took place while I slept. When I need to escape the trials of daily living, I travel while I sleep to either help others or search for loved ones no longer in my daily world. When I desperately need help, an astral travel to the Other Side is merely a thought away. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012


         Spencer, my 14-year-old son, and I arrived home one late afternoon to an urgent message from a neighbor who said Paso, her beloved horse, was missing. Spencer and I pulled on our cowboy boots, barn coats and gloves. Then, we walked to our neighbor’s pasture, with a couple lead ropes, positive we’d find Paso grazing on this lower portion of our neighbor’s ranch.
When we didn’t locate Paso, we jumped into the truck and headed to our neighbor’s home with the lead ropes. I pulled into her driveway and abruptly stopped when I saw my neighbor and barn helper standing frozen as statues. Spencer and I jumped out of the truck only to have our neighbor say, “Thank you so much for driving up here, however, I found Paso dead in the creek. I don’t know how he died. He somehow must have broken his neck.”
After talking with her a few minutes, Spencer and I made a slow drive back to our ranch. There, all the lights were brightly shining in our beautiful home and the wood for a fire waited. We knew our neighbor was in for one heck of a long, dark, cold night.
Sad, I posted this story for my animal-loving Facebook friends around the world. As always, they responded with their kind and thoughtful remarks:

Tati Santiago I am so sorry what happened to the horse, a hug from a distance my dear friend.
Tati Santiago Have a beautiful Thanksgiving Day in spite of what happened.
Ignacio Mogni Do you know the cause of death?
Lisa Woodcock I'm so sorry about your friend's horse :-(
James Sanchez ‎:-(
Kathryn Anderson What an incredible Mama you are to Spencer, opening his heart, testing his courage, faith, and willingness to risk and ASSIST someone ELSE. Those memories, experiences, and courage are life lessons that are the gifts from God, Deb. You are helping him "BE", the boy/man he is to be! Thank you for sending an incredible child into the world!!
Deborah Patterson-Gilson Hi Guys - Spencer and I will take our 4-wheeler up to the neighbor's ranch tomorrow to haul Paso out of the creek. I'll know more then what happened to him. I didn't want to ask my neighbor any questions about Paso's death. She was shell-shocked when we saw her late this afternoon. Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comments.
James Sanchez Kathryn said it all. "You're an incredible Mama."
Janelle Timmons Wow. I feel so sad about her horse....I am so attached to all my pets what a shock. Good thing she has you for a neighbor to assist her in such a trying time. And indeed, look at these wonderful life lessons of love and compassion u are passing on to your son. I mean I feel such pride when my 10 year old opens the door for someone. Spencer has got to be such a sensitive, compassionate young man. You share life with awesome...Thanks for sharing this experience; some life experiences can be painful but shape us as we all grow older. Good luck tomorrow!