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I was checking out aura's, and ran across this. This is something that I have experienced, so I don't have a difficult time with it. It became a matter of me shutting up and listening, similiar to the feeling of being present. It's a quiet, centered place, and it takes doing nothing but being in the moment.

I I didn’t recognize the paint in the box stall at Peaceful Acres Horses, Inc., but I was there to get to know what the rescued horses needed, and thought I would start with him. Nanci Beyerl, the owner, wasn’t there yet, so I had some time to myself. I stood close to the stall and listened to his breathing, inhaling his scent.

“Hello,” I thought.

I had an impulse to lay my hand on his neck, and did so. “I would love to hear anything you would like to tell me,” I said, my head close to his ear. “Do you have anything to say?”

Pokka Saving the Horses
“I’m grateful. Grateful. So grateful.” These words came out in a low voice, the voice of someone used to staying in the background, uncounted and unassuming.

The voice continued, pouring out in a low, slow, dark stream what had been straining the generous heart. “Grateful for the freedom to run, the freedom to live without pain, the freedom of the field and the sky, of food and shelter. I am so grateful, I am so grateful.”

“It’s good, you have a lot to be grateful for. How wonderful that you feel that. I hope you are happy.”

“No,” the voice droned, low and mournful. I could feel the tears in my own

throat swelling in sympathy with this palpable regret. “I didn’t save the other horse. I didn’t save the horse.”

“You couldn’t save the other horse; it wasn’t in your power to do so. You need to rest, and take care of yourself. Just take care of yourself.”

“No, I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is saving the horses.”

And now I saw a scene which I believe is the image this horse had of himself as a being whose only focus, whose only version of himself as having any value, is his fulfilling his mission: to save and protect the other horses. A brown and white Paint horse is running passionately, head held high, eyes wide, around and around a small herd of dark, lackluster horses in a dun twilight field. They stand with their heads down, or lying n the ground, eyes unfocussed. They are scrawny and unkempt. They have been abandoned to neglect and starvation. They have no shelter and no hope. The Paint knows he is their only hope, and he runs continuously around them building up a force field of her own shining health and hopefulness for their sake around them. He is desperate to save them by maintaining this circle of blessing. It is the only thing he can see for himself, and he feels worthwhile doing it. It is his only focus.

I listened for a few moments longer and didn’t ask any more questions.

Nancy arrived at the barn shortly afterward, and I joined her as she attended to tasks that needed doing before we could begin our session. I told her that I’d been speaking with the Paint, and told her about his mourning that he couldn’t save the other horse. Nanci stopped walking. Her gaze widened and seemed to focus inward. “Pokka was a PMU.”

PMU stands for Pregnant Mare Urine. Nanci was using a standard abbrevation.

Pokka was a byproduct of the branch of the pharmaceutical industry given to the production and collection of the urine of pregnant mares, used in the production of several hormone replacement preparations including Premarin (PREgant MARe uRIN). According to PMURescue.org, "For approximately six months from fall through spring, the pregnant mares live in the "pee barns," forced to stand in stalls with urine collection devices strapped to them. The stalls are deliberately narrow to prevent pregnant mares from turning around and detaching the collection cups. In the last month of their eleven-month pregnancy, the mares are put out to pasture to have their foals. The mares are put in a herd with a stallion, so they quickly become pregnant again. In September, their foals are taken away from them to be sold, whether or not they are fully weaned.The next month, they're back in the barns and the cycle starts again." Many of the foals born to the mares are not adopted, and are destroyed.

Pokka was born to one of these mares, and it is she whom Nanci believes he couldn't save.

4theloveofjake

From the book, 'Healing from the heart of horses' by Kathy Pike (the condensed version)

Pearl

Horses don't cry. At least that is what I was told. I disagree. The first time a horse shared the shedding of a tear in my presence I was very surprised and deeply humbled. I was not actively seeking this experience-why would I ? It occurred when I least expected it.
It was one of the last pleasant autumn weekends in Colorado. The autumn sun was warm and soft. I was visiting friends in Steamboat Springs. One was John, a farrier who was willing to travel to long distance places that others were not. The other was Becky, our longtime friend.
We loaded up the SUV and drove some distance on a long dirt road that snaked thru the foothills. Eventually we reached a clearing. Sun dried grasses gently bent in the breeze. A dark bay gelding and a white arabian mare grazed in harmony in the field. The owner came out to meet us. She introduced us to her horses. The arabian mare was Pearl and the second horse was Bailey, to create the duo "Pearl Bailey". My friend was to shoe Bailey.
Everyone watched John shoe Bailey. I felt drawn to Pearl, who was still in the pasture. Pearl's owner told me that she had been rescued from an abusive environment. She wasn't sure what happened to Pearl but was pretty sure she had been hit around her face and neck, as she seldom let anyone touch her there. It also took Pearl a long time to warm up to new people.
I walked over an d stood at the edge of the fencing. She lifted her head to look at me. I silently invited Pearl to come to me, to connect with me. If she wanted I would give her some soothing touch. Pearl looked at me for a moment, considering my offer.Then she slowly approached me. Once close Pearl stood with her head over the fence. I stood on her left side. Her eyes were soft and relaxed. For a moment we simply stood together.
The connection began to build between Pearl and I. Pearl relaxed more as her head dropped a few inches. She slowly began to blink, her eyelids getting heavy. Before I placed my hands on Pearl I asked her where she wanted to be touched. My left hand was drawn to the top of her head and the other on the right side of her neck. Once my hands were positioned, I felt a wave of pain move thru my head. The pain was tight and restricted and an image of a blow to the head came to my mind. The pain seemed to pass thru me. My attention turned to my hands on Pearl's head.
Pearls head dropped further and I noticed heat moving thru my hands. Energy was moving and shifting. Once again I felt pain, sharp and metallic in my own jaw. Pearl was relaxed enough to allow the heat to continue to move thru my hands.
There we stood for some time, with my hands offering comfort and my heart offering silent whispers of reassurance. My breathing matched her and time expanded. My heart began to ache for the horse's suffering. I continued to whisper comforting thoughts. Suddenly I felt a wave of energy and emotion pass thru my body. I felt a deep resonance and empathetic connection with Pearl. Pearl stood still and quiet. Two large tears welled up and fell from Pearl's left eye. Her eye was soft and blinking with worry and sadness. My heart sunk as a empathized with her pain, suffering and abuse she experienced.
When the others noticed us and approached I began to talk with them and our connection was broken. Once the sense of our sacred space was lost she chose to break the connection with me. She looked at me for a moment, and then slowly turned and walked away. My heart sank and I realized our moment was complete and over.
Through being fully present,Pearl had found someone she thought could understand her pain and offer her comfort.

Sunny

That was beautiful......

That is a great story.

I also was given that privledge. I was sitting in a chair in the arena where a parelli lesson was being given. The instructor's horse was left loose since he was at home and just roamed around the participants. At one point the horse and I caught each others eyes and I asked in my mind "How are you?" He walked over and stood right in front of me sideways and presented his left front leg to me. I began to stroke it and send energy. He stood there just taking it all in. The instructor just noticed us at the same time while he was walking towards me and said "just shoo him away, he doesn't let anyone pet him". I thought she was saying this because she was concerned for our safety, as we were sitting right in the arena (where we could be kicked) and he had been previously frolliking around the arena kind of being a "bad ass". He probably stayed for a minute or two and then just wandered off. The owner was puzzled.
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coveredbridgefarm

I had an experience not unlike the ones already described although I can't be sure if I was getting a message from the horse or if it was a case of her obviously miserable life experiences being so bad that I could ascertain her message just from her external appearance.

It was at a horse auction a couple of years ago and nearly all of the horses for sale were in prime condition. There was, however, a line of a half dozen or so horses in thin, frail, possibly sickened condition. They were tied up along a wall but in such a way that they were facing away from the wall. In the middle of this group stood a tall black mare so thin that you could easily count every rib, her withers and hip bones pathetically protruding from the rest of her body, her legs so bowed that I could not imagine her walking more than a few steps, and her sad eyes so devoid of expression that at first I thought she might be blind. For some reason she was positioned near the entrance to the arena so that everyone could see her when they entered. Some people glanced her way and thought nothing of her condition, some people glanced her way and quickly averted their eyes as if to deny what they had just seen, and a few people glanced her way and joked to a companion that there was a riding horse for them. Through it all, the old mare, who I don't think was actually all that old, just stood there seemingly ignorant of the attitudes of the people who passed by.

But as I watched from a distance, I thought I could detect small imperceptible, maybe imaginary(on my part) reactions by the mare to the people as they walked by. The jokesters, I thought she dismissed as hopeless specimens of their species. It seemed to me that she observed the ones who walked by and ignored her with increased sadness as though their reaction was something she had witnessed too many times in the past. And as the ones who appeared to walk by in denial passed her, I thought I noticed an ever so slight shift in her body which I began to interpret as a "Thank you for at least noticing" response.

I stood at a distance for several minutes watching the horse and watching the people walk by. Everyone walked by, no one stopped to visit her, no one even paused to consider her plight, that of a horse on her last stop after an apparent lifetime of abuse and neglect.

Suddenly I started to feel increasingly compelled to approach her. It seemed to me that someone at least owed her that much. As I got closer, I felt that she knew I was approaching although the acknowledgement was so subtle that I wasn't sure. Perhaps she wasn't blind after all.

I stopped in front of her and simply placed my hand on her forehead for a short while and rubbed her face a few times. She seemed so sad and her situation so hopeless that it was difficult to stay longer. A sense of responsibility to undo everything that others had done to her crossed my mind and I briefly thought of purchasing her and trying to make her remaining time on this earth as pleasant as I could, but then I thought I might only be prolonging her agony and decided against it. I thought that I could determine that she felt she had had enough anyway. It was either that or I was myself in denial for what man had done to her.

As I walked away, I looked back and I noticed that her eyes followed me wherever I went. The same eyes that had appeared so unseeing before now did not miss a step I took. The feelings that I had when I touched her became magnified by the kind thoughtful look in her eyes which now pursued me. I did not get a sense that she wanted me to take her with me. Instead, I felt like she was simply thankful that finally someone cared, even if only for a few minutes. I sensed that it meant a lot to her, that she had only been searching for proof that someone somewhere cared, even for a little while. Unlike the other people that day, I like to think I had at least made an impact in a positive way to undo a few of the wrongs others had done to her. Eventually, I left the arena still thinking more about the old mare than I did of the horses in their prime.

I don't really consider myself to be an animal communicator(I don't think I would want to know what had happened to this mare) but that experience stays with me. To this day, I can see those hauntingly sad eyes suddenly expressing some emotion and some indication of life, even if only briefly, and I wonder why I was the only one who cared enough to at least acknowledge her existence.

Larry

Horseshoe Creek

Jeez Louise, Larry... Don't you know it hurts as much to blow my nose right now as it does to laugh??? That is exactly why I am scared to have a reading on Elizabeth.

I did have Spike and Tango read just over a year ago. I was skeptical so approached it as an experiment - entertainment if you will. I had my list of generic, non leading questions at hand before my phone appointment. The first thing was she nailed their personalities to a T, but the kickers were the tangible things I could definitely confirm - like how Spike likes to go where the old blue trailer with the small windows is. That is my friend's place that we go to play days to. Tango like the yellow balls with the face - I didn't have a clue what she was talking about until I went in the barn a few days later and saw a couple of old yellow balls with a happy face on them. I'd forgotten all about them.

Would I have it done again? In a heartbeat!

Chris

4theloveofjake

Larry,
Thanks for sharing that moment in time with us. So sad and agonizing but I am sure she was grateful for a moment of kindness in a world that had been so cruel to her.
In hearing your story it is apparent to me that you did in fact connect with her.Her thoughts. Her feelings. Her pain. She had an opinion and a heart. You are probably the only one who ever took a chance to 'hear' her.
I have no doubt you did.
Thanks !!

Chris,
That is how accurate my friends readings were which is why I am very interested in doing one very soon. If I can carry on a conversasion or get insight into my horses minds or listen to what they want me to know, I am all over that. Little windows on the old blue trailer, now that is no doubt REAL !

alexwein

Okay, Larry, I'm in the middle of an airport hoping my glasses hide the fact that I've been tearing up for the past few minutes. What a moving story, and I'm so grateful that you took the time, and the emotional risk, to acknowledge her. Sometimes that is all you can do.

Mandy'sMarty

Good job, Larry. FWIW, based on my emotional response to your words, I am convinced you made a real connection with that mare. It's always reflected in the eyes. Perhaps she gave you a gift that day. Remember those eyes and remember what you experienced. At first, it was so easy for me to discount what I was feeling as a "figment of my imagination". (Or as we used to say...a "fig newton of my homogenization".)

It only started to really get my attention when I was able to verify the information I thought was just my imagination.

Welcome to the world of AC.

whudson

This stuff is so fascinating....Thank you all for sharing. You can really feel that horses pain as you read your storey Larry. Good on you for giving the mare the time that you did.

So how do we start reading...has it got to do with being in the moment and paying close attention?

jackspark

Sunny

I would recommend "Animal Talk" by Penelope Smith. She clearlly explains how to "do it". She also has a 6 cassette tape set that I got back in the 90's that walks you right throught it. I'll go look up her web site.

Here it is...

http://www.animaltalk.net/

Mandy'sMarty

"Learning Their Language" , "Beyond Words" by Marta Williams.

Any book by Amelia Kincade.

One of my sentimental favorites is "Talking With Horses" by Henry Blake.
Blake wrote this in 1975 before "animal communication" was picked up by the media. I think of him as a pioneer in what he attempted to document and share. Most of his writing is based on his vast experience handling and training horses. However, he does delve into what he describes as Telepathy in Horse Language and Proving E.S.P. Among Horses. I would not call his book a "how to" book.

Sunny

Hey there Marty!

For the horses' point of view, you gotta read, "From Our side of the Fence", by Sandy Lagno.

She was kind of "drug" into it too, and didn't understand what was happening, but got with the flow and just sat by the horses and just wrote what the horse's that wanted to "share" told her. She writes the "thought blocks" that came to her and lets you kind of figure out what they were saying. They tell her their opinions on shoes, owners with their heads somewhere else when riding them, a chapter on death and dying and lots more.

Mandy'sMarty

I think it was your post on the Savvy Club thread about her book that prompted me to get it. Thank you!

Her book still haunts me. I don't recall any "how to" quality about it.
Much of what she writes regarding specifically the way in which horses express themselves is sometimes a bit cryptic. But it reads like what a horse would say about what we take little notice about. Comments like referring to vets as humans with a different smell or referring to vaccinations as the "sting" that disrupts the natural life force.

Nashama

Just be aware once you get them, some never shut up. Aslaan has decided he can communicate, and my word that horse can "talk" under water. He won't talk to Glen but he was cracking me up last night on who else was sore and where with an accompanying running commentary, after he had his massage and healing meditation. Apparently, Shama told him sometimes I listen so tell me how and where his back hurt.

As it had worked for Aslaan, Shama let me know exactly where his knees hurt last night. We had a round table 'discussion' in the paddock last night on letting me know when things are bad but not hammering me all night as I have just had borderline pneumonia and severe asthma, yes, I had to go see the human vet, and they will make me sick again if they keep it up. OHHH! They did not want that, so they cut it out and left me to sleep last night and Aslaan woke me up this morning with 'Are you better?' Yes, thanks.

Sods. Funny sods, but sods all the same.

Mandy'sMarty

My friend, coach and mentor (regarding AC with Mandy) warned me that horses are always talking...and when they realize that you are listening...then there will be those who have so much to say and won't stop yacking. Mandy is not much of a talker. Or perhaps I'm not hearing much coming from her yet. Her responses are usually very warm, cordial and to the point.

Before I trusted my ability, I had a few others proficient in AC talk to Mandy. One is a member here. She told me that Mandy was busy eating and was not willing to talk when asked. Sometime later she emailed me and told me that Mandy had awakened her in the middle of the night and was ready to talk to her. So they had their conversation on Mandy time.

A few weeks ago I was laying face down on the table in my chiropractor's office waiting for an adjustment to settle in...and I get a sudden "call" from Mandy. She just wanted me to do some of the energy work on her best friend and constant companion, "Silver", the big American Cream draft. I had been experimenting with some craniosacral techniques on Mandy a few days before, and she wanted Silver to receive the same.

jackspark

coveredbridgefarm

Nashama

I hear a lot of people talking about past stuff, but I also find horses live very much in the present, ie what is happening now. For me over the last few days Aslaan's back was sore now, there was nothing past or future in any of my interaction from the horses over the last two nights. I have been working my way through this for a couple of years now, and I find unless I ask very specifically, the horses never refer to it.

It's quite fascinating to me that they never do. If I ask Shama what happened in Sydney to chip his pasterns, was he hit with an iron bar, he images very briefly a lump of wood, fists and steel capped boots, then he moves on to now. He shows me I am wrong but he seems to simply have no interest in the past and what he can not change.

Mandy'sMarty

whudson

sarah

Gosh I am enjoying this section of the forum!

It is so interesting to read about your experiences.

Larry, don't dismiss what you felt and what you were given by the horse.

It is often thought that animal communication is some big "flood" that changes your life forever. For some folks it is, but for many it isn't. For some it is a trickle of little signs that are easily justified as pure imagination and fabrication. Our society is pretty happy to look past instinct and nature. It trains us well to ignore what is around us.

I was not born logical. I was born intuitive. I am left handed, artisitic, not logical at all. I spent the first 35 years of my life trying to be more logical. Now I'm having to unlearn all of that.

I have had an experience with a trail riding horse at a ranch in CA. The horse was well fed and well cared for. There was no abuse. But nobody took time with her.

I saddled her and asked her permission as I went along. She fiddled a bit but was pretty settled as she realised I'd wait for her. I offered her the bit and bridle. Tight lips. I offered again - this was a"push button horse" who nobody ever had a problem with. I took the bridle away and waited a minute, then tried again. As I tried, I told her that if she'd take the bit, I promised not to touch the reins unless we were in danger. She opened her mouth, took the bit, and a tear rolled from each of her eyes.

I totally lost it. I sobbed and sobbed at this poor little horse. I held up the trail ride, and I didn't care. i just wanted her to know that I understood and that we'd be okay together.

I kept my end of the bargain, and she looked after me beautifully on the trail.

I will never, ever forget what that mare showed me. If I could have, I would have brought her home with me. She was something special.

appellativo

I think that our left brain SO gets in the way of even allowing our right brain/intuitive side to even be acknowledged. Sure, I understand where Larry is coming from with his 'anal-yzations' (hee hee) but I think that even still, there are times when you just have to allow what IS, and not overthink it. And I am one over-analyzing fool so I know what I'm talking about.

Just because you felt it and then you spelled it out in words and reasoning in your head and you then analyzed it, doesn't mean it isn't real.

By the way, the stories made me feel what the horse felt and made me cry. Thanks a lot (sniff)

I remember reading Amelia Kinkade's book and at one point it really made me take a look at the pain my actions have had on others at various points in my life. It broke me down to tears. I think that kind of vision/insight/humility/empathy is important to understand. It helps you learn compassion.

imagele

Mandy'sMarty

Sarah,

Your story about the little "push button" horse really touched me. She reminded me of a little mare I met last summer. I believe she is the 'aunt' of my mare Mandy. I had first heard about her a few years ago. She apparently came to the Morgan farm where I found Mandy a few months after we left. I met a fellow rider who had ridden her during a "weekend trail ride in the mountains" event and she sounded exactly like Mandy in his description of her behavior.

Last summer I brought Mandy back to visit that Morgan farm so that we could ride in the mountains during blackberry season. The former owners of Mandy had been telling me about this little mare and really wanted me to meet her.

My heart was hurting when we spent the afternoon on the trail ride. She was ridden by Mandy's former owner and she behaved perfectly. Almost like a robot. Her eyes were dull, surrounded by worry lines. The same look Mandy had when I first met her.

coveredbridgefarm

Imagele wrote:

sarah

Larry, I never say that I do animal communication. Until this discussion began, I 'm not sure I'd ever thought of what I do in terms of AC. I do Universal Energetic Mind and Body Work.

I don't know how to categorise what happens either. Sometimes it's a feeling (physical or emotional), sometimes I get a word or phrase, very occasionally a picture or snapshot, usually of something abstract (an eye, for instance).

Maybe trying to categorise what happens to fit into something that is understandable and quantifiable in our society is not really necessary, or even possible.

Maybe we just have to enjoy what is happening when it happens, know that we are making a difference, and be thankful that we have reached a point in our journey that we are ready for this experience.

I don't know anything for sure. The more I know, the less I know.

Nashama

new2thejourney

Oh WOW!!!! Larry's here!! Excellent!

I'm really happy to read all of these posts and like others sobbed my heart out at some of the stories, but yours Larry, oh my....dry stained tears still on my cheek from that one.

I am agreeance with Sarah, I'm not sure either if this stuff is called AC, but I have lots and lots and lots of experiences like this and have my whole life. I've been very lucky to have a mum who has encouraged me since I started talking about dreams, so for me it's very natural and happens a lot. I don't get pictures, but I do, like you Larry, get feelings. I get opinions and other stuff, but I have never tried to 'get' anything from a photo so I'm not sure if I could. Have you ever tried it Larry? You should give it a go and see how it feels for you.

I talk with animals a lot and have never thought it odd that I have conversations with them, and they are not usually vocal.

I despise driving over road kill, because every time I do, I get a chill through my whole body and it makes me very sad for the loss. My husband thinks I'm a looney, but he knows it's part of me and respects how it makes me feel, so if it is safe to go around the carcass, he will. Unfortuantely living in country Australia, we don't always get to go around.

Mandy's Marty, can you please explain to me how you get such intense information from a photo? I was very much like learningthedance, I could feel intense sorrow and saddness, but felt like I couldn't put that down because you and Nashama came up with touch-downs! It blew me away!

Thanks,
Karen.

bit

It's always been hearing for me. I've never gotten any images, I can hear, and ok, feel. Once they (animals) know you can hear them, they tend to use it. Hawk knows I pay attention when he asks for something, with his body, like playing. But once he realized I could hear him, his gross body movements in asking for play became a lot more subtle. He will totally match my mood the minute I walk into the pasture. I have to stop, ground myself, and soften before I go out, if that's the kind of horse I want greeting me. The more connected I get with my herd, the more I realize how important it is for me to be as centered and present as I can manage, before I enter their world. They sure don't like to be interrupted during feeding time! lk,';,./ lol, my border collie just laid her head on the computer keyboard. It was time to put it away. She's asleep next to me now, and I'm trying not to get busted typing again.
This is the thing I've always missed with horses. I have it with just about every animal I've ever had contact with BUT horses. I'm just glad it's happening and I have a place to come a learn how to do it better. So when I'm out there riding, and I think "stop", I get a stop. Becasue my horse can hear me, too. This isn't just about me hearing them, it's about them hearing me.

imagele

4theloveofjake

Larry,
Didn't the fact that you could 'hear' her talking about the folks walking by make you feel connected to her on more than a phyisical level? If you could understand what she was thinking as the passerbys chattered, why do you still doubt the realization that you connected to her ? Is it that hard to believe ? It's not wrong to be doubtful , I'm not saying that at all but I don't understand why, given the scenario, it is so hard to accept for you and others.
Sherry

coveredbridgefarm

Imagele wrote:

coveredbridgefarm

4theloveofjake

To me personally, I strongly feel it is whether you are open to it or not. I am open to it and I want to learn it and I want to become even more open to it as time goes on and then learn more. This is something I want.
If others would like to believe it is necessary to dissect this spirituality into pieces and analyze it to the point of it being believable to them, it takes away from my experience. It interferes with my growth. I already believe and I want to progress from there. I cannot progress with constant justification being required.

appellativo

I'd like to hear more about the instructor imagele was referring to, the things he saw/felt between horses and their people.

I love what Sarah said about it not being necessary or even possible to explain certain things in an analytical way. Can I use that quote??

someone said, "Mandy's Marty, can you please explain to me how you get such intense information from a photo? I was very much like learningthedance, I could feel intense sorrow and saddness, but felt like I couldn't put that down because you and Nashama came up with touch-downs! It blew me away!"

I think I missed this whole controversial thread. Can someone direct me where to find it?

And if anyone gets any impressions from looking at my avatar, feel free to PM them to me! LOL

4theloveofjake

I think the thread has been deleted.

I also loved Sarah's quote and felt a mild peace when I read it, it's what I thought but did not say.

appellativo

a thread HERE got deleted?

if so, maybe someone could write me the cliffs notes version in a pm.

Peeperpuppy

coveredbridgefarm

I feel like I should say that I certainly do not want to interfere with anyone else's pursuit of the ability to communicate with animals. There is little doubt in my mind that some people can do this on a high level. I'm not sure what level I can do it on. I don't know if my conscious attempt at analyzing it retards that ability or enhances it.

I do know that I have had numerous experiences that suggest a serious level of communication with livestock. One intense event occurred with a cow who I noticed one day that she would likely calve within a day or 2. The next day I heard a cow bawling out back in the pasture. It turned out to be that cow but with no calf at her side. It was obvious that she had calved and that the calf probably had not nursed. The combination of those observations is a bad sign. It suggests that either she has forgotten where she left her calf, that the calf is not well or is dead, or that dogs or other predators have gotten the calf.

I started to look for the calf, or evidence of the calf, when I heard a thundering set of hooves coming up from behind me. It was the cow who had just calved and she ran past me, then ran ahead to the creek and stopped at a large oak tree and faced me, watching me intently as I approached. It appeared that she had led me to her calf because on the other side of the tree lay the calf. I knelt down and placed my hand on the calf's side. The calf was cold and obviously dead, probably stillborn because there were no physical indications that it had been attacked by anything.

As I held my hand on the calf, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the cow was watching with very keen interest and as I turned my head toward her, her eyes shifted to my eyes and it was like we were transfixed for a few seconds. What I read into her eyes was hope that I could bring her baby back to life, pleading really, combined with fear that it was too late. It seemed like I was looking into her mind, her heart, her inner being and it felt like I saw a mother who was begging me not to tell her that her baby had died. I really cannot describe adequately how intense that brief period of time was. We were maybe 6 feet apart from each other. I felt almost overwhelmed by how deeply the cow cared about the calf. It seemed like she knew that I was her last hope. Her eyes never left mine even though I wished they would because I didn't know how to tell a mother that her newborn baby is dead. It was a very helpless feeling.

In the end, it was I who looked away because I didn't know what else to do. I stood up and the cow focused her eyes on the calf. I thought that it was at that point that the cow accepted the death of her calf but it could have just been the release I felt from the cow's eyes begging me to tell her that her baby was going to be all right. Either way, I have rarely felt more grief over the loss of an animal than I did at that moment, and all over a stillborn calf, not because of the calf, but because of what it meant to the cow. It felt like I had shared what she was feeling. If that was what actually happened, don't let anyone tell you that cows don't grieve.

I walked away leaving her there by the oak tree with her dead calf. When I looked back from the edge of the pasture, she was still standing there looking over the calf. I felt drained by the experience.

In this case, I feel more sure that I was connected to this cow right from the start than I was to the mare up until the point that the mare started to follow me with her eyes. After that, the two incidents feel fairly similar.

Larry

appellativo

So you can see; and the other people who can't, are blind.

Nashama

Perhaps it's appropriate to say here every interaction you have with an animal is communication if you take feedback and act on it. Once you understand that and feel relaxed about it you start seeing/reading/hearing different things at a far greater level of subtlety than you realised you were capable of. A lot of what I see, hear and feel is simply training and observation. I am trained to observe horses , take their feedback and read and use energy. It is no great mystery that as I advance through my studies I get better at it and the horses rapidly learn I respond to their feedback. For me, if there are any AC secrets, that's the only one - learning to respond to what the animal tells you. After you relax and allow that to happen, it is amazing how much animals have to say to you.

jackspark

I went out to the barn late last night. My older gelding is up due to cold, wet temps. The younger gelding was in keeping him company and "worrying" about what might get them both. I made an attempt to communicate with my younger gelding (He is the one that my bond is tightest to) I freed up my mind and asked him if he wanted to talk to me......he continued to stare out the barn door but did turn his ear to me. Once again I asked, and once again he turned his ear to me. We repeated this exchange 5 more times, but he blew me off! The ear turned to me was too clear to miss and occurred too many times to be a coincidence. I am convinced that he "heard" me and was too busy watching out for the old man to carry on a conversation with a rank beginner like me!! Where do we go from here?

Sunny

Penolope says that sometimes just just don't want to talk, and some of them even get freaked out when they realize you can hear them and may totally clam up! lol And no, they don't have to be looking at you, or even have their eyes open, and can even be asleep when they commmunicate.

Sounds like he was being a "kid watching tv" for now! "Ya, ya ya.....! I hear ya, but I'm not going to give you my attention right now!" ooorrrr, "Yes,.... yes..... well just say something already!"

jackspark

Sunny

Oh, I'm sure you're interesting to him. Just go about your usual business and he'll talk when he wants. Some times too much direct focus on them can make them uneasy. Just ask (I mean 'think' some) open questions like, "How are you feeling today" , "how's the other horse doing", "what do you think about xxxx",..... and just have an open and receiving attitude. That's just the little bit I do. We need to ask the real acs here.

Nashama

I usually start with "How was your day?" A question that gives them the opportunity to respond or not. Mostly, I just get 'Good.' One word, that's it. Sometimes they expand, mostly they are not that talkative. Aslaan has just got so much he wants to say after 4 years of not responding past an ear flicker or a look.

jackspark

4theloveofjake

As another newbie here I enjoyed your story Nancy. Funny , I just came in and from trying to strike up a conversasion with mine. After feeding I went into the barn and cleaned up a bit. All the while drinking my "Sherry's stressfree and peaceful water".

I had an urge or need if you will to brush one of them. I decided to get the halter and brush and go ask who wanted to be brushed today. So there I stood and asked them one by one, 'would you like to be brushed today?' Each one focused on me while I was asking them individually. Finally after about 5 min. Jake walked up and stuck his head in the halter. So I said thank you and began to brush him but he wanted none of that and began nibbling on the leadline and playing with me. I tried a few more times to brush him but didn't force it as clearly he didn't really feel like being brushed. So I took off the leadline and asked Willow again. She just stood there staring at me so I walked towards her and she turned her head away so I took that as a 'no', Then I asked Powder and he walked away. I don't know if any of them actually heard me as I didn't hear any answers back. Not sure if they didn't hear me or just weren't in the mood. I think Willow is in heat.

whudson

Nashama

Aslaan is scared to respond, the pain in his back was why he tried. I asked him last night why he won't talk to Glen - 'I'm scared.' was what he gave me. He just completely blows Glen off. He's never liked men and he and Melody were abused at the place he was born (the same place Shama was abused) before he was old enough to be got out of there at 4 weeks. Even though you have a bond like mine with Aslaan and yours with your horse, sometimes it can take a while for them to even try. Aslaan showed me his pain the first time he tried and it was the following day, when I responded to his needs, that he decided to communicate anything else.

Also, I find with Shama if the herd needs him, he will deal with his herd business before he bothers with me unless he decides that, as a mare, I should be moved away from danger.

imagele

jackspark

Not sure what's goin on. I went out to feed and had no plan to "talk" to anyone! I was still writin my speech. As I neared the barn my, rule with an iron fist, gelding (Rookie) took out after my mares. I braced myself and "yelled" HEY!!!!! It always makes me mad when he does that, he doesn't like to have competition for my attention. Anyhoo, he slid to a stop and turned to look at me! The look was ...."what? I wasn't doin nothin!" Wow, you all are going to have to help me through this. I don't know it I just caught him at his break off place or what. It was pretty weird.

Mandy'sMarty

Perhaps it would help if you asked permission to speak directly with the next horse you choose to speak with. Perhaps some of these horses are accustomed to being talked "at" and not engaged in a conversation. Kind of like abruptly walking up to your horse and putting the halter on without using equine language as part of the ritual. I am just now learning about that ritual from Carolyn Resnick. For example, the one who approaches the other ( and is therefore moving its own feet ) is the one who acknowledges the other as the leader...and the leader of the following activity spent together. Not that this has a direct, exact relationship with speaking to a horse...but I do think horses are most comfortable with ritual.

EDIT:Leanne was writing faster than I was. I just now noticed her response after submitting mine. I agree with Leanne.

fairhavenranch

bit

Just bought Talking With Horses, and going to curl up and read it tonight. I was going to stay home and trailer at least two horses to the indoor down the road to play. I decided to ask, and I got four resounding, "NO's". It was sunny, somewhat warmer, and they they said that if I wanted to play in the pasture, they would do that. But they would rather enjoy the warm sunshine. I went to the book store.

Fhr, I get the feeling (I could be way off here) she's deciding something. Talking it over, you know? Please don't take this to heart, it's just what I saw, and I don't usually see.

jackspark

Mandy'sMarty

Traci---I don't think it's me.

Seriously, I have had another horse "butt" into a conversation I was having with another non-locally. That's why I constantly ask for the ID of whom I am speaking with.

If you want, send me a very current photo of her...showing me her eye...and I'll 'see' what comes up. Or post it on this thread. Sounds like very curious behavior. What's her name?

fairhavenranch

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Mandy'sMarty

Traci---It is now 8:15PM Eastern Time. Check and see if Love Tech is now eating her grass.

fairhavenranch

Mandy'sMarty

Traci--Let me know when she starts eating her grass. I believe the others are running around her because she has shifted. Perhaps she is simply presenting the "new" Love Tech. I believe she's going to be fine now. Just keep me posted on her behavior. Don't worry.

fairhavenranch

ElaineW

I have a Question, well a couple if I may!!

For awhile now I have noticed I feel things when I am alone with the horses.. It's like a pop of a word, or a feeling..
I have been trying to pay more attention to the horses,, since we can't ride I go and just hang out want be with them..
* The other day I had leaned up at the round bale.. I gazed at Jet who was a good distance away,, In my mind I said.. "Come, stand and eat, I a here, I won't let them run you off".. With in 2 minutes he slowly walked behind me and started munching.. He was within 2 feet of me..
*Now,,my friends horse sometimes tells me he hates me.. a look of pure hatred comes over his face sometimes when he looks at me. I might try to catch it on camera to see if you all see it too. He's the dominate horse, and he get's REAL mad when Jet and Roger come to me and leave him.
But like I said, it's like a pop of energy I get from him.. I have to guard my boys when they eat,, the Dom horse will take thier food, very violently too.. Can't ride with Dom horse lose,,he bares his teeth and goes for our horses bellies.. it's very disturbing..
** Now, this evening my puppy told me I was RUDE! I was not thinking and reached over and petted her a little to rough before she was awake.. Here's what popped in my head.. ' THAT WAS RUDE'.. I told her i was sorry..

I have been telling my friend for the last year there was something missing in what we do with our horses,, The Greats have a feel, a calmness, inner peace that we are not getting.. I continue to work towards getting that inner energy that will make my horses WANT to be with me..

It's okay to tell me I am a nut LOL Or this is just my over reactive mind..

Mandy'sMarty

Traci--Sent you a PM.

Sunny

Sunny

jackspark

fairhavenranch

4theloveofjake

Freshly popped .........

jackspark

4theloveofjake

whudson

fairhavenranch

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new2thejourney

coveredbridgefarm

Obviously, we are all kind of tiptoeing around this topic a little bit because of recent events but it's not entirely clear to me how the communication is usually carried out. For what I call "connected", it's when the horse is in my presence and I rely on a feeling that seems to come from the horse and it includes body language and energy. I don't see words, I don't hear words.

Some people seem to indicate that they actually have a verbal conversation, or they get images. Is this literally true?

There seems to several levels and several modes of AC from what I gather. Very interesting.

Peeperpuppy wrote:

Sunny

Here Larry, and others, go read bits last post in WHR and my response:

http://itsaboutthehorse.myfastforum.org/viewtopic.php?p=53234#53234

I'm sure many are afraid of "voices" but 99% of the time it is just what you and bit describe here. A feeling and knowing when you're with you animal.

And yes, sometimes there is a voice that can scare you. But it is life, it is what "God" gave us, it is here for us to use in a good way.

If an animal owner can't accept this "communication" they why have the animal anyway? Isn't this the "relationship" we all want?

bit

I was up to an undecent hour reading Talking With Horses. I got up this morning and thought I'd give my border collie a try. In my mind, "please come in and I'll serve you breakfast!" Three seconds later I could hear the doggy door slam as she hurdled herself through.
Hawk was at the water trough when I walked out to feed, came down to meet me, and gave me a nose bump on my hand. I said good morning and asked him to meet me at the gate as I ducked under the fence and walked to the tack room. He walked with me, just on the other side of the fence.
After filling the buckets with grain, I walked out and asked everyone to "go to your bucket, please." This is different than I was doing it, so I get a different response. Before, a command, and there was much shuffling for position, ears pinned, rushing about. Now, everyone walks to their places and waits, except for Gunner. He's above Hawk now in the herd, and wants to be fed in order of herd order. I think that's a reasonable request. I know because he let me know with is body, and his mind.
We all gathered at the water trough after, and I played "touch!" with everyone. Hawk practiced looking away and waiting patiently. He could barely stand it, but was so delighted when I noticed his try, with much walking in place and wide eyes when I said "GOOD BOY!" and gave him his cookie. In my mind I informed him that he would have to do more today for cookies, and then invited him to walk me down to the gate. He started looking around for things to properly impress me, and stopped at a rail road tie. He hopped his front feet over, and looked at me. His zone three had been an issue, and we worked on this for a long time in the past. Yes, that is cookie worthy. He then backed over, and put one foot up on the tie. Yes, very cookie worthy! Much fussing and praising. Then he got both feet on the tie, one in front, one behind. That was remarkable, and resulted in two cookies. We companion walked over to our usual place to do liberty circles and he began walking around, spinning his butt with me, his front end swing around, changing directions. Yes, that is good, here is your cookie. He saw something over the hill and became worried, so we walked over in that direction, I told him I didn't see anything, he was still a little worried so I stroked his eye ridge and gave him a cookie. I let him know I had no more cookies, and he walked me to the gate. I said thank you in my mind, told him he did so well, and said goodbye. He is not my horse, anymore. He will become Kelsey's partner when she comes, and I will miss him terribly. We are as close as I had always dreamed a horse would be.
Henry Blake says that the conversations a horse has is a combination of body, vocal and esp and telepathy. So far, I think he's right on. To limit it to body or vocal, as Henry says, is to speak to another human only using verbs. You can get your point across, but why not embrace the whole potential of conversation? As pleasing as it is to have a great conversation with some like minded individual, it is as pleasing to have a good conversation with your horse.

fairhavenranch

new2thejourney

Peeperpuppy

jackspark

My Rookie has such a wide range of vocalizations! He speaks to me all the time.....everything from a high pitched imperative to a low vibration that I can't hear but can see and feel. He is the one I have chosen to begin with. I am getting odd looks from him as if to say what are you doing? Our communication has been predominantly verbal for 12 years and now I'm changing the game.........very interesting so far! He is a very LBI/E and I believe that I will have to wait until he thinks it's his idea to try this. Thoughts?

fairhavenranch

Sorry I deleted my posts last night and did not say anything. I meant to but I was kind of in shock. I received some rather upsetting correspendence from someone and decided it was best to drop this subject. At least on an open forum anyway for now. The last thing Love Tech or I need about this is overwhelming negative energy.

Love Tech is more alert today and seems more active.

Thank you to everyone for your interest and concern.

Traci

Peeperpuppy

fairhavenranch

Some people are just toxic. I was just caught off guard I guess.

I hope she returns to her old self soon. I'm having a really hard time with this. She just can't get old on me. I'm not ready for that.

sarah

fairhavenranch

Thanks, Sarah. I'm over it. Just want Love Tech to be happy and well.

4theloveofjake

Traci,
I have been thinking about Love Tech and you all week since you posted. I didn't want to ask as I thought you would update us when you felt you could but I am very sad and disappointed that someone posted negative comments to you. For one they upset you and two they denied us the chance to do what we came here to do in the 1st place, talk about our animals and about communicating with them. Love Tech was going thru something and finding out what it was sure would have been beneficial to all of us. I thank you for trying to take us along the path to helping her. Anyone who doesn't like the life these threads have taken can scoot on back to what they do like and quit disrupting the flow. Please and thank you stop

Nashama

Traci, as long as you don't let AC's and energy work replace veterinary opinion and don't hurt anyone, then you are entitled to your beliefs and to explore new ground.

fairhavenranch

I am an extreme introvert and when I feel threatened, or in this case, extremely insulted, I withdraw. I am actually a very private person and I just felt extremely vulnerable after sharing all that and then having unsolicited negative comments directed at me. It really had nothing to do with the context of this thread. It was about Love Tech and it was about me but not about Animal Communication in any way.

So please carry on with out fear or hesitation. It was more of a personal thing and I just did not want any more negative energy directed our way.

Traci

whudson

jackspark

Let me at em! Nobody messes with the "one" who makes me laugh....

bit

How bout, if anyone recieves a negative pm, they send it on to a moderator and let them deal with the person. This has been such a joy, being here. I, for one, would like to see what Traci had to say. I'm not stupid, I would never let anyone replace a vet, or an md. I can't think of one person who would. Not one. Now, back to ac's and feeling safe here.
Speaking of ac, the horses were 1/4 mile away, and I thought, "please come in so I can feed you dinner." By the time I walked up to the shelter, the horses were galloping in, like their tails were on fire! I usually do my very annoying, "Hoooorrrrreessssss!" in a very high, loud, girly voice. I usually have to do it two or three times, too. Not today!

whudson

fairhavenranch

Oh God!

Poor Carol. I didn't even think of that. I hope she doesn't read this. She's had ENOUGH this week already.

Carol - if you are reading! It's all OK. It was a personal thing. It's all over. Not your problem. Sorry.

whudson

whudson

Double post

fairhavenranch

I have given Marty my permission to tell the story of what has transpired with Love Tech. I will add my observations as it is told. I'm not up to writing it just yet and I think Marty can do it more justice than I at this point.

The story is not over yet so I'll share what happens next after Marty gets you up to speed.

Traci