Of all my characters, Ciara and Frodo (one of my fairie dragons) are the only ones still with us. All others have crossed the rainbow bridge.
This little girl 'literally' came to me after I wrote about her in the book. She was just part
of my imagination...so I thought. Oh, and her name is Ciara...pretty close to Freia.
One day while I was thinking about getting another horse we just happen to come across trail riders coming down our road. My husband stopped to see if they
knew of any horses for sale and they said, "Well, she is." My husband thought she was the pretties thing she had ever seen....she really is a pretty thing and she knows it too.
Okay so I ended up taking her on a group trail ride to try her out.
Now the night before I connected to her higher self and told her I was coming. I also wanted to know if she knew I was supposed to bring her home and if I was, to give me a sign...the sign she showed me was she would put her face right in the palm of my hand
when we met.
The next morning was horribly gray and very windy but we all went on the ride anyway...not a good time to try out a new horse...when we arrived they had her tied very short to the side of the trailer and I noticed she was distressed,
she was jigging back and forth and rolled her tongue around in her mouth while arching her neck out. I talked calmly to her and soon they came and put the saddle one her. I untied her and turned her around to walk to where we would all mounted up and she immediately
pushed her head into the palm of my hand! I had totally forgotten about the sign. THIS was pure syncronisity and new Spirit had brought her to me.
Long story short, 3 weeks later I brought her home. Now, I need to back up a bit, and tell you this is
much after Lucky, Sterling and Aragon had passed, and I told Spirit I could not rescue any more horses...my heart just could not take it any longer. This time I was in the market for a well trained, much smaller, more mobile and HEALTHY horse.
becasue we ask NOT to have something, does not mean we will NOT get it. I learned that after I brought her home. Right away she proved to me she was just like how I had imgained Freia in the story. She has the same fiery temperment, very independent,
and loads of grit. This little girl does not take shit from anyone. (Pardon my Italian) She tried to bite, kick or stomp me if I got too close to her back. If I approaced her with something other than the normal brush she would jump straight in the air-all
four legs off the ground at the same time! I had only seen this done by the Lippizan horses. She was like a cat on a hot tin roof! She bit anyone who came near her and a few people chose not to heed my warning and got bit anyway.
Brushing was out of
the question and forget saddling. I soon picked up on the fact that she was in a whole lot of pain..and it broke my heart to think she had to resort to these extreme measures to try and avoid any more pain. She had a white patch on her back due to an
ill fitting saddle...big red flag. Her whole body hurt and it was quite apparent no one had listened to her messages... until now.
Her bitting was dangerous but I knew hitting her was not the answer. She desperately wanted to be heard! So, whenever
she went to take a chunk out of my arm I just put up my hand and slowly told her "STOOOOOP". I could tell she was surprised by my reaction because she was postive a whipping was coming. She just kept one eye on me. I could feel her thinking too. lol!
I was an enigma to her...I did not act like all the other humans acted.
Okay backing up again...I knew and felt her hurt, so we had to approach her in a holistic way. She was also terribly under weight. Everyone thought she was a two year old
when actually she was six. I couldn't put a saddle on her, besides none of my giant size horse equipment fit her. I gave her a month off and just spent that time using Reiki on her and some other energy things I have tucked up my sleeve. I spent everynight
sending her Reiki and talking to her, telling her I would never hurt her etc. Slowly she began to change and I could brush her, only if I did it very softly.
In the beginning, tying her up to brush her was impossible, all she did was jig around and
arch her neck out flipping her tongue around in her mouth. I have seen this before with Aragon and knew this was a sign that she was still feeling major stress. It broke my heart to know all along she was in terrible pain and could not get anyone to
listen to her. But now she was with someone who listened to her, and I didn't push her any further than she was willing to go. I let her tell me when she was ready to go to the next stage and all through this I never once hit her or yelled at her. I had learned
this lesson long ago from Aragon, he taught me that honey does get more bees.
I was once told by an old Indian woman, that taking a sick horse for hikes was the best medicine for them. So we spent the next couple months hiking the mountain area
in my 15000 acre back yard. She was a great hiking partner! Through this process she slowly learned to trust me. And it wasn't long before I was up in the saddle.
It is funny how you can manifest..it is possible, and she is living proof. In writing
about the fiery little Freia in my story I fell in love with her and fantasized about having a little horse just like her...and now, she is in my pasture.
She doesn't bite anymore, not even a nibble! She is always so very happy to see me each day and
is so eager to hike or ride or learn a new trick. This little gal is so smart she has learned to shake her head up and down, "yes", when I ask her if she is a good girl, she can bow, and she has learned to do the Spanish Walk!
She is not a horse for
just anyone, she needs someone who can "horse whisper" or she can be very dangerous. Like I said before she won't take any shit, and living in a world of horse greed humans it would not bode her well. She refused to become a commoditie. Anyone can climb on
and ride the hell out of them, that is not true horsemanship. Most people do not even think about the inner self of the horse, and are missing out on the biggest and best part of them. To truly connect with an animal on the conscious level is amazing. There
are so many self proclaimed "trainers" out there who have missed the bus, and are wasting their talents. But, kudo's to those that have realized this and are striving to change how they train, taking the longer but more rewarding route, to the soul of the
In talking with a friend who works with my new little mares previous owners. I found out they had problems with her (duh) and she thought they might have sent her to a big trainer in Arizona. Apparently she hurt this trainer pretty badly.
Even though I did not want to take on another "project" she came to me anyway, and I am pretty sure if I hadn't
taken her home, she would have gone from home to home, or to someone who would have resorted to some of the attrocities described in my book, or worse on a killers truck to Mexico, like so many others like her.
Who said there is no magic left
in the world? But this little mare has taken me to yet another level of awakening. Should we really be sitting upon their backs controlling their every thought and movement? Could you live a life this way? What would you do with your horse if you could no
longer ride? Ah, therein lies the true awakening, and the pure magic that awaits...