Equine Advocates "Safe Home" - Continued  

"Kip" 

Next was "Kip", a 10+/- Quarter Horse that had previously been used in NYC's Central Park camp horse program.  Once he developed EPM, he was headed to the Kill Pen.  He was very reactive to the tuning forks that I use to balance the chakras.  So, I began using a combination of Reiki and Magnified Healing to balance his centers.

During the Essential Oil Aromatherapy segment of treatment, he gravitated to those oils that helped to bring balance to his glands, nerves,muscles, tendons and ligaments on a physical level.  I actually thought that if he could have inhaled the entire Endo-Flex bottle (used for the balancing of glands in the body) he would have. 

Being a  camp horse is a difficult job for a horse.  Not evey rider is the same and as a result, the horse has to constantly be structurally re-balancing and re-aligning his body to compensate for each new riders physical limitations. Forget the fact that some are "weekend cowboys" and most are very heavy handed and believe that the only way  to get a horse to move is to kick them in the ribs. 

I found that his nuchal crest was rock hard and at first I was unable to gently rock his crest because it was so stiff.  He was virtually unable to bend laterally either to the left or the right.  I worked on this ligament for about 30-45 minutes with the CHI Infrasound machine which finally softened the muscles enabling me to finally rock his crest and bend his neck. 

He showed no interest in any of the oils used for either emotional or physical abuse.  Although Kip was in the prime of his life he was just going to be discarded and thrown away since his usefulness had diminished. 

Mule Town

"Ginny"

Then I was introduced to "Mule Town".  "Mule Town" was in the far corner of the compound where the mules were kept.  Amongst them was "Ginny", a beautiful standardbred mare in her mid teens that had been used  as an Amish carrige horse.

I lived in the heart of Amish country in Central Pennsylvania years ago and have seen first hand, the non-stop grueling work that these carriage horses are expected to do on a daily basis. And, I've seen a horse unhitched in the high heat of the day when it suffered heat-exhaustion and was left by the side of the road to die.

The horror was that no one from any of the neighboring farms came to help this dying animal.  It was accepted as being "okay" to just leave an animal to suffer an excruciating death.  The humane thing would have been to have euthanized the horse.

Being dedicated to the well being of all animals in my care I had a very difficult time living as "one of the others" amongst the harsh structure of the Amish community. 

Their animals were strictly viewed as machinery to work their land and produce their food.  I had seen first hand that it didn't matter if there was

 

a bitter rainstorm, may be left tied to a hitching post at the local "farm" store without any protection placed over the horse to keep it warm and from being subjected to the pelting rain and or sleet. 

I asked why "Ginny" lived in Mule Town since she was the only non-mule.  Apparently she was used to being aroung mules and felt more at home with them than regular horses.  One enormous mule watched intensly from the open stall dutch door to make sure that nothing was going to happen to his friend and companion.  Iassured him that I was there strictly to provide healing and assured him that Ginny was in safe hands and wouldn't have any treatments done to her that she didn't want me to do. 

After I introduced myself to Ginny, I noticed that he tail was twisted to one side and the dock of her tail was rather swollen and hard.  Upon further investigation, it appeared that several of her tail vertebra had been broken at one time which now inhibits her from using her tail to swish flies from her sides.

She was apprehensive at first to having me work on her tail, but within a few minutes she relaxed into the session. As soon as I pulled out the Essential oils, the "onlookers" gathered at the dutch door and in the open stall next to where we were working.  Everyone wanted their share of the oils!  Finally Ginny let her "boys" know that this was her time at the "Spa" and they all needed to leave.  Ginny gravitated to the oils geered toward emotional abuse and emotional trauma. Her two favorites were Geranium used for releasing negative memories and Juniper for nerve damage. 

At the end of our session she thanked me by putting her mussle into my chest for a few minutes.  As I stood "in the moment " with her, I couldn't help but feel her gratitude as I cried. Then she slowly meandered out of the stall to mingle with her friends... our time was done.  As I gathered up my gear, she turned and gave me one last look before I left. Our session was complete.