Expressions - Part 3

1. LEACHING.

Horses healing humans is something that makes sense to me.  But I watched with growing unease as my sweet horse stood in the round pen with a woman who was working through her problems. Lakota stood beside her, neck stretched out, her head hanging low.  It started as a yawn but it went on and on and on. She looked to me as if she were trying to throw up which I knew was impossible for a horse. Was she choking on arena dust?  Her eyes would close and she would pull her lips back to expose her teeth and gums.  Her torso heaved.  I was worried for her. I wanted it to be over. I looked at Melisa and she did not seem at all upset with what was happening. It was all I could do to sit there and trust the process. What the heck was going on?  As the session with the women came to an end Melisa asked her how she was feeling. With a happy grin on her face she replied, “I feel incredible, like I just lost a hundred pounds.”

“I am not surprised,” Melisa said. “This dear horse has been leaching negative energy off you for the past ten minutes.  You are definitely lighter!”

Hands shot in the air. All of us wanted to know what we had just experienced. Melisa explained to us that horses have the ability to leach, or remove, negative energy from the human body. The horse DOES NOT hold on to that energy in their body, however.  They allow it to pass through them. My previous training has shown me how energy can travel down our energy meridians into the earth. Mother Earth is not concerned whether we think energy is “positive” or “negative”. Energy is energy, and she can use it to do all of the marvelous things that she does. But the important thing for me was, Lakota did not hold onto any  “bad stuff”  that she released from the woman, who was now beaming, having thoroughly enjoyed her session with my miracle healing horse.

Well, by Sunday afternoon, Lakota had graduated from Equine Gestalt Coaching Method  while I had many more months to go . GEEZ !  My horse is a rock star of healing!!!!

Since August 2009, I have watched horses work on and heal humans. They are natural holistic healers. As “prey” animals, they have survived through the centuries by creating a unique form of communication, known as Equus. Learning to read and interpret the “energy” of each other, of their habitat, and the other creatures that coexist in their natural surroundings was vital to their survival.  What I am learning is they have the ability to “read” my energy even as I approach the corral.  By the time I open and walk through the gate, my horse knows what my energy level is and what baggage, if any, I carrying with me.

This is what leaching looks like.

Expressions - Part 2

INTRODUCTION.

I took pictures of my horse, Lakota, as she grazed in my back yard and I told her “I am going to take these to Melisa’s tonight.  Let me know what you think about this work.”

Several hours later I dropped my photos into the wicker basket with many other pictures. It was an Equi-Spiritual event at Melisa Pearce’s barn, home to Touched by a Horse. Later in the evening, Melisa ruffled through the pictures, looking and listening to the voices of the sentient beings captured with film. She held up Lakota’s picture and she said, “I don’t know who belongs to this horse but she just told me, “She is willing to do this work. She can do this work. She is ready to go to work.”

I sat back in my chair with tears in my eyes. My question had been answered. WOW!!

This path has had many trail markers along the way.  I cannot remember not loving horses. I have been told for years that I could work with horses if I wanted to but I  had no idea what it looked like. Every reading I received for several years, from many different persons, said a version of the same thing. I remember distinctly, a woman telling me that there were five animals that agreed to assist the human population to become better citizens of the earth.  They were elephants, horses, dogs, dolphins and macaw parrots.  The more I thought about it I realized that they have a vested interest in us getting it right. If not, we are the only species that has the potential to destroy all that we hold dear.  Plus, at least one of these animals can be found on every continent, or in the vast waters surrounding our fragile land masses or flying freely above us.

And several years before that, as one of my teachers and I had just finished giving Lakota an etheric clearing session, she looked at me and said, “This is a healer horse”. I had no idea what she meant and really no idea of the journey that this magnificent being and I would undertake.  I was just beginning to see this beautiful creature in a whole new way.

A few months after Lakota first answered my question, I trailered my sweet horse to Melisa’s for a weekend.  Just two girls going to class together.  I was a student in Melisa’s Equine Gestalt Coaching Method eighteen month program. On the way over I told Lakota that I would not put any pressure on her. I loved her for just who she was and if she wanted to do this work she could, and if she didn’t, I would still be her best friend.  There was no way I could have predicted what would happen to us next.

EXPRESSSIONS OF HORSES AS HEALERS

 

 

 EXPRESSSIONS  OF  HORSES  AS  HEALERS
 

By Annette Price  /  September 17, 2012                                                          
http://www.onthewingsofahorse.com 

 

 

Prepared as a Course Project in Horse Psychology

Reach Out to Horses’ Holistic Horsemanship                                            

Comprehensive Training Course                                                                                 

with Anna Twinney 

at Zuma’s Rescue Ranch, Littleton, CO

The Burning Bowl

Winter Solstice 2012.
The day after the day the world might end seemed like an auspicious day for our Burning Bowl Ceremony. Fire is a catalyst for change. Fire transforms. Smoke carries our vision, our signal, our prayers, to the heavens.

I have been leading this ceremony for twenty years. On this night we have come together in a circle around a beautiful alter. Everyone has brought something for the alter and we settle in to see what the evening will bring. We spend time in stillness, reviewing our life in the present, and asking ourselves questions. What is working in my life? What is not? This is a time to review and bring awareness to those things that we wish to be done with, cycles to break, limiting beliefs that no longer serve us, ideas and thought forms that we are ready to let go of.  We write them down, and, one by one, will offer them to the fire.

One of the things on my list is "Letting go of any vow of poverty that I may have ever made."

Several years ago one of my teachers gave an interesting talk questioning why so many of us committed to healing ourselves and others suffered from such a lack of abundance. She told a story about how many of us had stood together as Essenes 2000 years ago. We had taken a "vow of personal poverty" to be able to live in the community. What we had belonged to everyone.  It was a very powerful lifetime for many of us, inundated with personal commitment and serving as channels of peace. Okay then !?!

Well, here we are. Are we carrying a cellular memory of "poverty equals worthiness?"
Even if I did vow it then, does it serve me now?  The only answer for me is “NO!”

I declared last night that I was giving up any vow of poverty that I may have made in any life time, consciously or unconsciously. I give up, now and forever, the limiting belief that there is not enough. I am now open to receive all the abundance that is coming my way and exploring new ways to move forward. 

The fire plays with the words on my paper, smoke circles around my fingers, it takes its time but I am committed to reducing it to ash. I hang on, holding my breath. It will be all right.

In a healing circle that I have been a part of for the last few months, one of the women, a very successful potter, shared with us an affirmation that has been part of her business practice. We asked her to repeat it as we all wrote it down.  If it resonates with you, consider it a Winter Solstice gift:

“There are plenty of clients who can afford my services. I have all the clients that I need for continuous prosperity.” 

Go forth into the abundance that is waiting for you ……..  In-Joy !!!

Thanksgiving Memory

Food, food, and more food.
Family, family, and more family.

A Memory.  Going to my brother’s house for Thanking dinner and admiring the beautiful fall arrangement of tiny pumpkins, pine cones and green boughs that ran down the center of their long dining room table … only to find out that my brother had put it all together.  It was stunning and creative and a joy to look at.  It is still fun to remember it. I had never known that creative part of my brother.  He was 12 or 13 when I left for college and I never paid attention to how creative he was.

The revelation continued when I leaned that he had done a lot of the cooking. He made their home made egg noodles every year; noodles are a Price family tradition.      I think we discussed his favorite method of cooking the large turkey necessary to feed our horde.   And he loves to cook, I never knew that.  Maybe he grew into it after I left !?!

Long ago memory. I can see him, when our babies were little, at the bar-b-que grill, grinning and grilling. But then lots of men learn the ins-and-outs of outdoor grilling and many never go any further.

Gary is amazingly talented.  For the holidays, he also makes creative sculptures out of giant hay bales that reel in local newspapers in the Kansas City area. Everyone wants to see what he has put together this year.  It is just 'for fun' for him and his buddies.   I “oohed and awed”  as I looked through a picture album of his different hay bale creations.

Holidays are brighter with my brother in them.
And my mother, and my sister, Marcia and my brother Ed.
We are blessed and I give thanks.
In-Joy

DECADE DEVA'S

(( assignment:   tell us something about yourself in third person ))

She found that facing her 60^th birthday was more of a challenge than she had anticipated:

                at 20 – she didn’t know it yet but in a few short months she would drop out of university and follow her heart to Colorado,

                at 30 – she had just given birth to her son, one of the greatest gifts she would ever receive,

                at 40 – she had married Bob three days before and on her birthday she lay naked on a private beach in Big Sur, drinking champagne – her one and only nude beach experience,

                50 – had found her in a Kansas City hospital’s ICU praying for her father who had been recessitated seven times after dying on Highway 71 near Harrisonville, Missouri,

                now 60 – what would it bring?  What’s it all about <Alfie>?  What will change?  She had been playing with a new hair-do and had found a most-perfect bobby pin to hold her long hair up off her neck.  For several years she had considered getting a really, really short haircut when she was older;  was it time?

What she was ready for was a relationship. She was really, really ready and had been putting in requests with the angels of amore. This was her first decade birthday without a man by her side.    Twenty = Colorado Jessie.    Thirty = Steve, 1^st husband.    Forty  = Bob,  husband #2.    Fifty = Victor, ah, sweet Victor,   and now Sixty  = zilch, da nada, no testosterone in her life, her bed empty.  Would having a man in her life have made the whole idea more palatable?  Quite frankly, probably it would have, especially a “new” romance.  Ah well ……

She drove to Liquor Mart to buy two bottles of champagne for her birthday garden party. It goes so well with pineapple upside down cake = sweet pleasures.  Thank the goddess, some things will never change. 

Decade Deva’s live on !!

Fried Oatmeal

I ate fried oatmeal for breakfast this morning.  I didn’t aim to but that is what happens when my  mind thought about turning off the stove and my body didn’t follow through.  (And it is partly because I have a gosh darn electric range/oven instead of a good old gas range.  Flames hold my attention, warm red circles covered by a pot, do not.  However I have written about this before and don’t want to belabor the point or bore you or myself … moving on …)

Fried oatmeal is a symbol of having so many things to do that I can hardly relax enough to do only one thing at a time. Some things get overlooked, forgotten, or tucked far away “for future consideration”  and my all-time favorite category:  “to-be-thought-about-later-when-I-have-more-time”.  HA!

I feel better when I have (1) one load of laundry in the washing machine, (2) one load of clean clothes in the dryer, (3) meatloaf, potatoes and apples baking in the oven … while  (4) I set at my computer and pound out another appraisal report.  Now that is how to “get ‘er done”!!

Better …. or more productive?

The paradox is how much more efficient I am when I am busy. Or is that an illusion?  I think I am.

Therefore I am ?