Horse Sense....

 

                   

 

So what have I learnt over the last 7 days?

That when I say, I was just standing there, and my knee turned a funny way and it's now swollen, that's Spirit's way of saying, You're triggering.

What this means, is that in my work I have been brought up in the Old Healer way of that, Before you consciously understand trauma from your past, your physical body will recognise it first.  That trauma, sits like a limpet inside your body, stuck to a wall, which is why you get inflammation issues, arthritis etc.  If you do not consciously deal with the trauma, the health issues will get worse.  

Now, think of the trauma as this limpet like thing, now recognise that if you work through the trauma the limpet will, with enough suction, have pressure, pressure, pressure then all of a sudden the limpet rips away from your body's internal wall and kind of impoldes and dissolves.

That's the simplistic version, but pretty accurate.

Physical ill-health (trauma) = triggering (healing process) = imploding and dissolution.

Now just work with me here...because I have to go off track a little.

Psychiatrists and Psychologists by law, have to have a Supervisor.  This Supervisor is a person who makes sure that the clients they deal with are not triggering things for them.  That they are able to stay professional and emotionally safe. 

Professional Clairvoyants (Readers) see the same kind of clients as the Psychiatrists and Psychologists but:

a) Do not have the Degree behind us and

b) Are not bound by the Law of Ethics.  We are bound by the Law of Spirit, but not man-made laws.  This is a very big distinction.

Now about 10, possibly 15 years ago now, they tried to regulate us like Psychiatrists and Psychologists and we said, Fuck off, no way.

Which by rights, was the only answer to give.  If you look at how PC everyone is, that couldn't work in our line of work.  

Oh, I would like to answer that question for you, but...

Anyway, so we deal with Mental Health issues, dysfunctional families, toxic relationships, legal documents, court cases and everything and anything in between and I don't know if this is important or not, but we know the statistics. 

If you come from a dysfunctional, toxic up-bringing, the chances that you will re-create this, is high, sitting in the high 90% +.  The chance that you will also have an addiction of sex, drugs, alcohol and/or gambling explodes expotentially.  The chance that you will pick a violent man if you come from a violent home, is in the 98% bracket.  The same with alcohol or sexual abuse.

The chances that (if you are a woman) and you come from a toxic past, that you will have an early pregnancy out of a full time committed relationship, are between 85 and 90%.  The chances that you will be successful ie: be above minimum wage, have a happy healthy home and raise a child who does not go off the rails or have Mental Health Issues, sit at about 15%.  If you add in not having an addiction yourself or be on anti-depressants, think single figures.  That you will have multiple babies by multiple partners, is in the mid to high 90% range.

We know these statistics of Generational Famiily Dysfunction and what your odds are, and we fight to change them.

But those are the "popular and outward" things that we do, but you can't forget about those things that we don't talk about freely.  

The sadness of car accidents and passing overs that we glimpse, or the sickness we see, weeks, and often months beforehand.

And you can't forget the miracles. 

You know those grass root how-the-hell-did-that-happen? or Did-I-just-see-what-I-just-saw? or the just plain, Whoooooooooo.... moments.

This world that I travel in, it's not Monday to Friday, 9 to 5pm, all cutsey and fun.  I mean, it can be, but mostly it is batshite crazy, fast paced and you never know how your day is going to go. 

This lifestyle is not one that you choose, but rather, one that is gifted to you. 

And I wouldn't change it for anything.

But anyway, getting back to what I was originally talking about, you have a problem, we have an answer.  And get results.

We also have no responsiblity to talk to the Police, Social Services and/or Mental Health.

Go us.

But that also means we have no safety net.

Well, to be fair, you can't have everything.

And last week I triggered.  

To be fair, I knew something was out because I had said, Spirit must want me to slow down.  Unfortunately, I did not recognize the deeper Healing which was happening, as it was happening, so there were some crazy days.  Lots of tears, whole heap of boundaries re-set, a fair few moments when I spat the dummy all round the place...and a huge amount of Healing.  

Well, I can say that Healing is Zen, but that's a damn lie.  

Healing is messy and ugly and hurts.  Not sunshine and margarita's and clear blue oceans, but thunderstorms and hail, and icy winds that get into your soul.

Am I happy that it happened?  The answer has to be yes, because how many times have I said to you, Anything which harms me, needs to go.  

But it's been a crazy, crazy time.

I can also promise you that the next time I say, I was just standing there, and my knee turned a funny way and it's now swollen, a whole heap of different things will happen.  We've put new things in place to make sure that this doesn't happen again.

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As I'm writing this Suz is squealing in the paddock, and there is a swishing noise from Boo-ba-licious's boy bits as it sways in the wind, while he takes a running leap to shag Suz.

She's double barrelling him.

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And Coyote is currently watching tv in a cat cage.

He/she? is super not well with the leg so I rang our Vet, and and apparently the Chicken Specialist works tomorrow and we have an appointment at 11am.  It will either have a splint put on, or amputated.  Either/or.

Trying super hard not to put him/her too close to the fire, and him either bursting into flames or singeing his feathers.

So far I'm winning.

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We did not get a good end result with Coyote (who was a she by the way).

The tendon had grown round the bone, then into the bone.

There was nothing we could do.

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I have to share this because it sits in the love, love, love basket.

So as I mentioned earlier, I've been talking to Caps and Mumma about how I wanted to let the calves come in the rest of the paddocks but, Under NO circumstances were they to scare, hurt, maim or otherwise upset them.

And that included Boo-ba-licious.

So today was gorgeous, so thought there had been enough time for everyone to get to know each other over the fence, so while everyone was eating brekkie, I opened the gate to the calves.

As I am writing this, it is 10 hours later, and there has not been one hiccup with the calves. 

Mumma, Caps, Boo-ba-licious and Ralphy poo, have not raised one hoof in their direction.  In fact, they have gone out of their way to do nothing but mosey on along the paddocks, eating grass with not a care in the world.

If I hadn't physically watched this with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have believed me either.

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So that's been our week:  Fucking insane in parts.  I'm glad I didn't know what was really in front of me, because I would have been a bit of a baby about things.  However, having come out the other side, I'm so pleased it happened. 

I'm sorry about Coyote though, because she was a dude.  But I'm really glad I took her to the Vet. 

I don't ever want to be that girl who doesn't believe in miracles.

Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo, Pat, Chuck and Lightning, Humprey, Coyote (Rest in Chicken Heaven, dudette) and One and 3 random, but super cute, cows. 

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