Funny “Ha, Ha” or Funny Strange?

I have a funny story to tell, but to fully appreciate it will require that you believe, at least to some degree, that there are people whose gift is communicating with animals. Yes, animal communicators. Those who can’t bear the thought should leave now.

No prejudice against those who opted out. I used to be one of them. From the time I was a child, I knew people could have close relationships with animals. And that they could get to know an individual so well that they could anticipate their actions in many situations. I had experienced that with my own animals. I could even believe that some people were just way better at it than I was.

Where the whole subject of animal communication lost me was when I first heard someone claim to be able to read an animal from a distance, without even seeing or knowing the animal. Over the phone, even. Yea, right. And then I met someone who could do just that, and another layer of my skepticism about energy and vibration and forces I couldn’t see but knew were there just sloughed off.

I do know that not everyone out there promoting him- or herself as an intuitive is the real deal. And I’ve met a couple of people who probably had some intuitive talent, but inserted too much of their own stuff into the conversation for my taste. Now I’m lucky, though, because I have found a communicator who is, well, plausible. Believable. Not all airy fairy, disconnected from the real world. Janet is, in fact, a very down-to-earth person with lots of practical knowledge of horses and dogs. And she was well and truly vetted by a trusted friend, someone I know has no tolerance for bullshit and who knows her own horses well enough to tell when someone is feeding her a line.

So, here’s the story. Last winter, I kept noticing that my then-25-year-old gelding, Ichobod, spent quite a lot of time at the very end of his run, crammed up against the fence in the little sliver of sunlight that was all his north-facing stall had to offer. It crossed my mind that if he was seeking the heat, he might be happier in a stall on the south side of the barn, with a run offering the full afternoon sun.

The problem was, at the end of the barn where he lived among his equine friends, all the stalls on the south side were occupied. There were south stalls available at the other end of the barn, which at that time was mostly empty. Even walking to that end of the barn, past the communal areas of washrack, bulletin board and bathroom, seemed like crossing a line into unknown territory. Something about the energy of an empty barn, I guess.

Oh, and there was the little fact that one time at another facility I had arranged for Ichobod to move to a new, much roomier pen so he could walk around more. Well, the owner called me at the end of the first day in the new space to say he wasn’t eating. Hadn’t cleaned up breakfast or lunch hay, hadn’t eaten his grain with supplements, was just standing there looking at her. She had checked his vitals and watched for signs of colic, but all was perfectly normal. He just was not happy. Okay then. Moved him back to his smaller stall, and he went right back to his normal routine. Message received.

So, with that in mind, I did nothing but notice the heat-seeking behavior until December, when Janet came to visit and I got to have a nice talk with my horses. I asked Ichobod whether he would rather move to the other end of the barn so he could have a stall on the sunny side.

No, he said. He liked his stall just fine and got along well with his neighbors. I just needed to move the sun so it would shine more on his side of the barn. Simple.

 

On a typical afternoon, Ichobod basks alone in the sun while his south-facing stablemates stay shaded indoors.

On a typical afternoon, Ichobod basks alone in the sun while his south-facing stablemates stay shaded indoors.

Right. Nice to know that my wise old horse thought I could overcome the forces of the universe for him. Our friendly interpreter explained to him that while humans can do many things, moving the sun just wasn’t a possibility. We told him that if he wanted to live on the sunny side of the barn without moving down to the empty end, he’d just have to help us to create the intention for a stall to become available. And we’d have to be patient. It might not happen soon.

Hah. Little did we know. Within the hour, we were sharing this story with the barn manager, who had a surprise for us all. Turns out a horse whose owner

had been considering finding him a new home had finally sold, and the horse was leaving that afternoon. By evening, Ichobod was installed in his new sunny home, where he spends many happy hours basking in the sun, winter and summer. Yes, even on those 100-degree-plus Tucson days. Happy horse.

Funny, huh?

Update New Contact Number 11/13: Contact animal communicator Janet Shepherd at (410) 507-4093 to schedule an appointment to talk with your animals.

4 thoughts on “Funny “Ha, Ha” or Funny Strange?

  1. Um. I think all I can say is YES. This. Almost all of it — the frauds, the too much of ourselves, and the pure communication of it all.

    And Oh, Ichobod ;).

    Thank you for the smile, today.

  2. That’s a cool (er, hot) story. And Ichabod’s intention for sunshine is certainly no stranger than a certain former brood mare creating her own intention to become Riding Mare and getting her chosen human to move 400 miles to help her do it. :>)

    • Yes, well, we do make a mistake when we imagine we are in charge of things. We’re really just the pawns of the four-leggeds. The sooner we realize this, the better off we are!

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