Los Angeles Magazine 2017-06-03T19:01:29+00:00

Los Angeles Magazine

To find Miranda Alcott, a self-proclaimed “animal communications counselor,” one must drive down a street of apartment buildings in Brentwood until, at the very end, several small clapboard houses appear. Standing in front of one is a ceramic sculpture of a dog.

“Whatever you do,” Alcott says, “please don’t use the P word in describing me. I’m not a psychic What I do is hear things that other people can’t.” Tall, with long blond hair, the 45-year-old Alcott is wearing an aquamarine sweater and black slacks. Her tone of voice is low-key and reasonable, her demeanor calm and matter-of-fact. In the 14 years since she was seriously injured in a car accident, she has all but lost her hearing. However, she says that as this sense withered, her extrasensory abilities that she had been cognizant of since a very early age, simultaneously bloomed.

“Last night,” Alcott is saying as rain drums steadily against her roof, “we were working with a couple in Maryland that believed their dog needed to be euthanized. But as it turned out, the animal was not ready to transition.” How did Alcott obtain the intelligence?

“The dog communicated to me that he is not ready. He did it telepathically. Do you know about quantum mechanics? Everything breaks down to vibrations. I am able to tune into these vibrations.”

In this case, Alcott–who in telephone consultations uses her mother as an interpreter–began by asking the dog’s owners for some basic information. They told her that their 17-year-old American Eskimo, Kodi, had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. After taking in the information, Alcott requested several minutes to commune with the dog. That it was 2,000 miles away, she says, was not a hindrance.

During a period of what she calls ‘HarmoniousListning,” Alcott says that Kido told her that he didn’t like his food. Alcott then asked the owners to return to the line. “I instructed the woman to get some of Kodi’s kibble and rub it between her fingers. It smelled like fish–I could smell it. I asked her whether his food could be related to his illness, and she said, ‘Oh God, we changed his food two-and-a-half months ago, and that’s when his symptoms started.'” Alcott suggested that the owners take Kodi to the vet for more tests. Two days later, she says, they phone her with the news that after changing Kodi’s kibble, the dog had rallied, and for the moment, they had put off all thoughts of destroying him.