Day 4 Horse Talk

Today I walked to my favourite farm, in the country side where I live by. The family has a sweet little boy called Tim, 2 dogs, too many cats and 3 horses.

 The dogs from a distance ‘greeted’ me as usual with their We’re-watching-over-here barking but once I got closer, they just stopped and wagged their tail crazy. They recognized me. They both came in my face for a pet and were competing for this. The old one soon got irritated with the jack Russell and left. They never really liked each other. Different energies and incompatible personalities I assume, plus the old one no longer has the energy of the young one to compete for anything. I stayed a bit with the Jackie, he loved the talk, but…I couldn’t hear anything from what he was saying. We just enjoyed our time together. I probably couldn’t hear anything because I was too emotionally overwhelmed by the horses’ presence, standing now in my back: they had already gotten out their barn. 

My sweet Beauty who was so impatient for cuddles. She was staring at me intensely: ‘leave that dog, you came for me!’ she was scratching her leg on the ground out of impatience.

When I get so overwhelmed by horses’ incredibly sensory abilities and presence, I get pulled into that emotion and out my intuitive and reading abilities. I just get into a “selfish” state where all I want is to get to know them better and pet them and love them….nothing else really. Beauty is the first horse I pet and confidently touched, right from the start. I had never hugged a horse before. I and repeat : never!  I was too scared of them before, of their big staring eyes, imposing posture, empath (and biting!) abilities. A few attempted to bite me in the past! Sneakily! I escaped them right in time. But Beauty enabled me to connect differently. And on top of her magic softness, 3  weeks ago when we got acquainted, I approached her with a complete different attitude and energy.

Instead of expecting an unpredictable behavior from the horse, I went there with a clear intention and energy field, imprinting my own loving approach onto her and ‘conveying’ my message. So relaxed, in a state of confidence (strengthened by my recent animal-communication successes), I knew how to approach her: with a lot of respect and the permission to let HER get to know me. To sniff me, feel my energy first, decide if she likes me or not basically. Once I felt she was calm, receiving and comfortable I pet her…and since then we are “IN LOVE”!

I hug her, lean my head on her, kiss her nose, we are One in the same filed of Love. Beauty looooves to listen to me and be petted…which it’s not quite the case with the other 2 horses. Them, all they care, is to eat! Don’t want to hear stories, linger on petting: “Just give me the damn food!” is their only demand. However, when I’m with Beauty, they get really jealous. One dominant male particularly, who is frustrated behind his fence and rubs the floor violently with his foot. He often gets horny too when me and her catch up, but hey, what can you do? Not always easy being a male, and witnessing THAT, I will give him that;)

So with Beauty, maybe because I get so excited being around her, I couldn’t hear anything. But intuitively, there were things that stated to pop up or make sense. She was consistently trying to reach for my feet and lip-biting my leggings, across the wooden fence, she does that every time I see her. I realized that what she actually wants, is for me to come in the enclosure and be much closer to her. When I ‘guessed’ that, I sat between the fences so she could now touch 50% of my body instead of 20. She felt much happier, it was like I was with her in the enclosure. Then she energetically rubbed my arms with her nose and head, erratically, I didn’t know what that meant…what she wanted but she persisted. Just as if my constantly talking and (soft gentle) petting was not enough, she wanted something else…I thought what if she wants me to pet her harder, more energetically, using my nails and scratch her neck for example. (I knew she was not after food, she could smell by now I had none on me). That- now THAT- is what she wanted! The harder nail scratching! How do I know it? Well. When I did that, she stopped the demand and got like hypnotized by the rubbing..i asked her: ‘is that what you wanted?!? She released a scary air-blown sound from her nose (that make my heart jump of fear) and nodded!’ wow! We finally get each other…

Another thing that surprised me, is that last time I saw her and fed her some bread, I told her to ‘masticate, eat slowly, break down the pieces in the mouth and not swallow everything because she loses the pleasure of the taste and this way, she may feel constantly hungry. I didn’t say it in words but I felt it in my own mouth what’s like to eat slowly and masticate lonely a bit of something in the mouth. Its ‘what it feels like’ that I passed on. Incredible things…she instantly did it. She even exaggerated the whole process, to a funny point of doing nom nom nom for a very long time with her piece of bread. I told her to do that when running out of food or when I’m feeding the others, so she holds onto every single bit of her food in her mouth (feeling like eating all the time). This time, when I picked up some grass, she did it again…but without me having to remind her. She took alllll her time, and God knows that she is the most impatient and rushed horse in the pad, always swallowing what you give to her! (the owner confirmed) I said…’wow…Good Girl! You are such an amazing student!!’. I was so proud.

It got late so I had to go home, it had become really windy and chilly as the sun was coming down. Tim, the little boy of the farm, came to greet me and impress me with his bike jumps…he told me Beauty is going to another farm on Monday, but I could still see her again, because its close by. His mother came out and we had a long chat about everything: eating meat (they raise cows for meat), Beauty and her character, and her inner conflict about eating and raising meat while loving animals. She obviously loves horses more, but for the cows she had to accept it’s “part of life”: they have a good sheltered life and then they go, into the wild it would have been worse for them, with no guarantee of survival. But at 10 months old they are already sent to the slaughter house... I was interested in listening to her inner contradictions and somehow discriminating love (she saves sick horses from the slaughter house to rehabilitate them but sends veals to it).

 ‘You know, for my husband, who does this job, I had to accept it and be supportive of him… it’s our income activity and I had to accept it for him…But I’m never here when he takes them to slaughter house, I don’t want to see it!’ I just can’t do it…’. I said she had alternatives and she knew that. But since she loved eating meat herself, the debated was coming to an end. I told her about how animals communicate, know our thoughts and can be talked to, she was an attentive listener…I also told her how I had played with the veals last summer, how they were coming to me at me at full speed, in a playful mood, standing from the side and waiting for me to Boo them so they can go run a full circle in the field and come back all happy and asking me for more ‘catch me/scare me’ Boo-s …. she listened with full surprise and complete astonishment…She had never seen her veals play like that, but has she ever taken the time to connect, to get to know them….? 

I left her pondering in deep thoughts.