Archive for August, 2008

Way too much excitement for one day…

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

It began at six am when I got a call from our neighbors to let me know Arlo was in their yard. Arghhh, he hasn’t been loose in months, why now?! To make it even more fun, I accidentally locked myself out of the house when I went to fetch him. Thank you Arlo! So back into isolation you go.

I can’t remember the last time he escaped. I have had animal communication sessions with him discussing the dangers of wandering and he promised to try and be good, but admitted that it was quite difficult for him to resist temptation. Today temptation won out.

He hates isolation so after a few days I’ll put him back with the herd and we’ll see if he can restrain himself once again. Life with horses is never boring.

Later that day I discovered that many of the pictures on the Seven Springs site weren’t loading. Well I’ve been meaning to update the pages anyway, so no time like the present. A few hours later, the revised pages are uploaded and tested. Big sigh here as they appear to be functioning as expected once again.

Then it was time to put out a new round bale of hay. Suddenly, as I was cleaning out the string from the old bale, I began to experience light headedness. Having lived with Meniere’s disease for years I recognized the signs of an impending attack (although I haven’t had one like this in a number of years).

I carefully climbed up on the tractor planning to move it out of the pasture as it had the big bale spear on it and I didn’t want any horses getting injured. Then I planned to go lay down to wait out the attack. Bad plan. As soon as I started driving the blackness and tingling feeling overcame me and I knew I would likely lose consciousness soon. Thankfully, I was able to shut off the tractor, set the brake, and get down on the ground in time. With no choice I laid down beside the tractor in the dirt and began tapping (EFT) for the dizziness.

A higher power was definitely looking out for me as I was able to do all of this with the herd of horses right there and none of them bothered me. Add to that the scary image of falling off the tractor and being run over. Yikes, this much excitement I don’t need!

After maybe fifteen minutes of tapping I was able to get up and go inside to wait out the rest of the attack. Drat I had planned to go trail riding with a friend today so I had to call her and beg off.

Later things took a decidedly more positive turn. I received a call from my dear friend, Wanda, who was to have a heart catheterization today. Recently her doctors diagnosed heart disease and insisted she have the procedure as quickly as possible. They hoped to only put in stents, but were prepared for bypass if necessary. That’s how serious the doctors believed it was.

As preparation for the procedure, we had spent a couple of long sessions tapping. My good friend, Gayla, lead the first one and we all felt really good about the results.

During the second session, just two days earlier, Wanda felt peaceful, light and relaxed. We discussed that there was every possibility that the blockage had been cleared, but regardless she would have a good outcome as we had prepared her body.

Incredibly, during the procedure the doctors found zero blockage! They had no explanation and didn’t even bother to schedule a follow up. I asked her what they had to say about finding no blockage today when just one week ago they took pictures using radioactive dye and found total blockage of one artery. Apparently they had little to say. Yowza, talk about over the moon happy. Thank you Gary Craig (creator of EFT)!

I know tapping is powerful as I have used it successfully on myself and my horses, but this outcome was just spectacular!

Well that sure helped me bounce back from the attack earlier. After that I was able to go out and feed all the critters as well as move the tractor. Good thing as one of the little cheepers had escaped their pen and would have surely been cat food before morning. You don’t need to be an animal communicator to know what this group is thinking.

Two-month old chicks

Two-month old chicks

And that ride I had planned, well my friend went out on her own after we visited a while but I’ll wait for another day when I’m a bit more clear headed.

Never a dull moment…

Putting my beliefs to the test

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

The day Rusty came in from the woods with an ugly puncture wound on his leg is etched in my memory. He must have rammed into a sharp branch some time in the last 18 hours. The wound was at the top of his left front leg and already seeping a light-colored foamy substance. Definitely infected.

I had just gotten in a new product from Dynamite, Wound Wash, that people have been raving about. I was thankful to have it as it made cleaning up the wound much easier for both Rusty and me. After the wash I syringed some Trace Minerals directly into the puncture then slathered the whole thing with Miracle Clay.

Rusty couldn’t resist mouthing the clay. He quickly said “Yuck” and went about trying to rub it off his muzzle. It was quite comical and the levity was much appreciated given the situation. (Rusty has a high play drive and says he wants to try fox hunting. That would be an excellent outlet for him so I have promised to see what I can do to fulfill his request.)

Second day the infection was raging. The leg had swollen to three times its normal size at the top and there was heat all the way down to the pastern. Rusty was having difficulty walking due to the swelling. Oh boy, maybe I should call the vet.

After carefully considering my options I decided to give it one more day, as I truly believed the protocol I was using was every bit as effective as the pharmaceuticals a vet would prescribe. I had used them for animals as well as people and so far they had not let me down. If there wasn’t improvement by day three we’d make a visit to the vet. I added Trace Minerals internally and slathered clay over the entire leg.

Third day, the swelling was reduced and the heat had receded to just below the knee. We were making progress! I periodically muscle tested to see if the protocol needed tweaking. So far, so good.

Fourth day, Rusty was not at all happy about taking Trace Minerals internally. Can’t say I blame him, I’ve taken them and they are nasty, but they work incredibly well. With less getting into him and more on the ground, I decided to switch to Super Stress for the internal portion of the treatment, with Trace Minerals syringed directly into the wound. By this time it was seeping pus and blood serum. Very nasty to look at but clearly improving.

By the seventh day the swelling was nearly gone and the heat was localized to the area of the wound. There was still seepage as the infection continued to purge.

Day ten I discontinued all but Wound Wash and Super Stress. The wound hadn’t yet closed as there was still minor seepage but the heat was gone.

Day fourteen was the final dose of Super Stress. The wound was nearly totally closed and all seepage had stopped. Since then it has healed to just a small spot. I wish I had taken pictures to document the episode but I didn’t. The thought of taking pictures of that ugly mess was just too much, plus I was totally focused on tweaking the protocol to ensure we got the best results.

I am convinced that we actually got better results than had we used pharmaceuticals. There were no side effects to the products and they were extremely effective. That doesn’t mean I won’t ever call the vet. There are times when that is the best choice. But for this injury, under these circumstances, it was unnecessary. Whatever I spent on Dynamite products is a fraction of what a vet bill would have been and you just can’t argue with the results. I am reminded of that every time I see Rusty frolicking in the pasture with his herd mates. Now to see what I can do about finding him a fox hunting partner…

Thank you Dynamite!

Summer 2008

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

It’s been a schizophrenic summer. Can’t seem to decide between hot/cold or dry/wet and the absolute strangest August in my memory. The horses are absolutely loving this cool spell after those hot, fly-filled days in July. Today I turned them out in the back yard and they had a party. Misty was strutting around in beautiful self collection with her tail held high. Jasmyn was prancing and bucking. Merlyn couldn’t decide whether to buck and kick or tear around the grass . . . tearing up the grass. Oh they were a sight! The others joined in and they had a good ten-minute romp before they settled down to grazing.

This year our fledgling chicken flock has embarked upon a demonstration of geometric progression. With two hens and four roosters, the hens get quite a workout. In the spring they each sat on a dozen or so eggs. Three weeks later they each had half a dozen or so chicks. Three days later they each had two — which have turned out to be hens. Don’t ever discount the intelligence of chickens. They had set themselves up for a better quality of life by limiting the roosters and increasing the hen population. Harsh, but necessary in their opinion.

Last month the original hen was suddenly guarding 19 chicks. It seems her daughter had hatched hers but had no intention of raising them. (Perhaps they are all roosters, I won’t know until they are older.) After two days she had abandoned nine. So I gathered them up and brought them into the house to raise. Oh my can they cheep! Noisy little critters that needed to get back outdoors in a hurry. So I built them an enclosure and out they went at about two weeks.

Now except for the occasional cat stalking the pen, or the horses getting too curious, they are thriving. We lost one when Arlo tried to lift the pen and steal their feed, but the remaining eight are nearly doubled in size and testing out their little wings. One night it turned cold and I decided to bring them indoors except they were now able to fly right out of the box, so outdoors they stayed. Every day they tell me that they are ready to join the flock and every day I tell them that it is too soon. Just a few more weeks and I’ll set them free at which time I know they will have plenty to say.

The hen who abandoned her babies in the spring has since hatched out another brood of eight or nine. They move so quickly I can’t get an accurate count. So far she seems intent on raising all of them. From the original six we now have somewhere around thirty-eight. Geometric progression in action. Ha, ha, just wait until those spring insects arrive. Our chickens will have a feast and the horses will be able to graze in peace.

So what does all of this have to do with animal communication? Well, the point is that the animals are always communicating and if we but take the time to watch and listen, we can intuit at least some of what they are saying. For those times when you need more information, visit Pet Chatter.com and book a consultation. Your pets will thank you and you’ll be privy to a whole new world of their thoughts and feelings.