Mar. 19, 2013

Almost feed to the Wolves

Last saturday I finally got a chance to go with my friend Teresa, to a small horse sanctuary  owned by a very sweet older couple. They have found room on their 100+ acre ranch for some 7 horses, a couple donkeys,  2 pot bellied pigs, various rabbits and 20 or so dogs. These animals usually come to this ranch to live out the rest of their days getting so attached to each one that comes they cannot bare to adopt them out. We need more people in the world like them...

As I pulled into the driveway I was met with a chorus of dog barks. The welcoming energy of the ranch lulled me down to the barns where one horse was being administered by a DVM who also does acupuncture and massage. This lucky horse named Snoops was not able to go pee and they were doing everything they could to help the poor old gent.

After meeting the owners Peg and Dave, and asking their Vet for her card, I was pulled by anxious Teresa to where the rest of the horses were. "You just have to come and see Yulee!" she said. But before I got a chance to meet Yulee (a retired Fox hunter) I was drawn to a sleepy eyed, uninterested white horse, standing in the far corner. As I made my way to him I could feel the flow of energy in my hands begin to vibrate and heat ..I immediately recognized this as a sign this boy needed energy work. As I approached him he perked his ears forward and gave me a sniff. I held my hand out to him letting him get accustomed to the feel of the energy flow. Not really sure what it was he took a few halting steps away. But soon was drawn back to me. As I let the energy flow Teresa told me his story; what little they knew of him...

She told me that he, Smokey, was 30 years old and that he had come from the Wolf Sancturay. Sometimes people will bring their old and dying horses there to feed the wolves, but this guy was not ready to be eaten. The sancturay knowing Dave and Peg immediately called them and they went and picked him up. That was 4 or 5 years ago.

My first impression of Smokey and the first thing that come out of my mouth about him was that he was or used to be quite a noble guy. He had great presence and people noticed him or at least used to. I picked up on it right away and Somkey new it! I was there for two hours and he stayed at my side the whole time. Teresa was surprised at his behavior becasue she said he was usually a loner. I saw through his heavy eyelids right into his soul to the true being that lived within. I knew he wanted me to know his story and he was excited that someone recognized who he was. This guy sported many cowlicks on his freshly brushed white coat...which was shedding all over my black jacket; it is shedding season. The native american medicine man would always pick a horse with cowlicks because it was a sign to the great wisdom and magic that animal possessed.

I just had to connect with him and find out his story and that night lying in bed I connected to his higher self..and he had plenty to tell me. Since I only wanted the highlights of his life he informed and showed me him as a Parade horse. He loved the parades and pranced his best, showing of his great noble and proud spirit. He loved the ooooh's and awwww's he received from the on lookers. I got that he spent many years with a spanish or mexican family. But then he had an accident and fell on his knees wrenching his back. They never knew how much pain he was in but he tried his best to keep up the "show" at his next parades. Soon he could no longer keep up and the next thing he showed me was he was at the wolf sanctuary. Now I felt he had been with other owners after his parade years but they were not the high light of his life. He did tell me he would have gone to his death willingly at the sancturary but in the end was very grateful to Dave and Peg for bringing him to their home. He told me through their act of selflessness and taking him home expanded his level of consiciousness. Isn't that why we all come...for growth and expansion?

If I had the room I would have gladly taken Smokey home with me. I did not feel bad leaving him that day for I knew he was ready to cross at any time, but in the meantime he was given everything he needed to live out the rest of his days with dignity and comfort.

I must say he changed my view of the older horse. I felt the wisdom in his stare and was happy to know he was so eager to tell me his story. I think I gave him some peace in return.

Some back later to read Yulee's story..a 16'3" hand retired but only 10 year old ex fox hunter and what he had to tell me!