Becoming one of the Herd

With animals as the core of my passion, I knew I must help them in the most effective manner I know how. I wondered what would happen if I took what I knew worked with people—and myself—and applied it to pets? So that is what I did, and surprisingly enough, the animals have responded to this work very readily. Similar to people, unresolved stresses in pets can cause physical and emotional ailments. A simple telepathic conversation can change that animal a whole lot. AND, this same simple conversation can change the owner a whole lot, too. With pets and humans so closely connected, if the owner feels better due to the conversation, it will invariably improve the life of their animal pet. As with humans, most pet ailments have a root cause. And if one can get to the root cause and resolve it, then the animal has a good chance of a full recovery. I am so lucky to be blessed with a strong telepathic connection with animals, and a vivid imagination! With these, I can assist the animal to release the emotion of ailment and then do some healing. Many times the animal needs a bunch of healing that I cannot fully provide, so I teach their people to continue on doing the healing on their pet until recovery. ANIMAL HEALING—CASE STUDY IVAN, THE HINNY By Cynthia Attar A while back I bought a hinny named Ivan.

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(A hinny is like a mule, only with opposite parentage).  My intention was to use him for education of equine hybrids. “Here is a mule, here is a hinny. And here we also have a donkey, which is the mule’s father and the hinny’s mother. Let me explain the subtle differences between a mule and a hinny…” (and so forth). This guy was a recluse from the moment he backed out of the horse trailer at Harmony Farm.  He didn’t display hardly any excitement about this new experience.  Once let loose in his separate pasture, he wasted no time to walk the perimeter fence line, checking out his new digs. Ivan was nearly oblivious to the two other equines in a neighboring field, Sally, the mule and Satchmo, the donkey.  When he did meander up to the adjoining fence line, Sally and Satchmo reacted totally out of character and began to charge him across the fence.  These residents were serious about their aggression!  I was stunned at their behavior to this gentle being. This albino gelding was a rescue animal with his background totally unknown.  A lady bought him from a rescue place and it was at her farm that I found him.  Apparently her herd of horses beat him up pretty bad and put him down on his knees.  He just stayed away from all the other equines during his three months at that farm.  He was initially purchased to be a buddy to a jack donkey, but Ivan preferred to be alone.  He didn’t fulfill that purpose and the owner had no real use for him. I took Ivan in and noticed right away that he had symptoms of having teeth problems, plus his feet were too long for walking comfort.  I had a consult with another animal communicator, Shirley Scott, about Ivan.  Shirley said that he had pains in his lower back area.  She told me also that he had been alone most his life and basically an outcast. I did not have a sit down chat with Ivan as I usually do with my animals.  Feeling some resistance to a formal chat, I didn’t push the idea on him, and just cared for him as normal.  And Ivan really didn’t have much to say at daily feedings and general handlings. In training, I did learn that this 25 year old hinny had never had a bit in his mouth, nor did he know how to plow rein or neck rein.  He was gentle enough that these things were not a problem for him.  Nevertheless, he quickly figure out what I wanted and obliged me.  It seemed that he was familiar with weight on his back and I suspected that kids had jumped on him bareback with no problem. It was time to have the veterinarian out to get his teeth looked at, and to give an overall professional opinion of this underweight equine.  Kalie—a tiny young woman, not more than 100 lbs soaking wet—showed up in her veterinarian truck and was soon to be a blessing.  The first thing she noticed was that Ivan had gunk around his eyes.  Being albino, that white skin around those pink eyes, and intense sun is not a good combination.  Kalie recommended a fly mask to protect his eyes.  Looking inside his mouth, she confirmed that Ivan had at least one razor sharp point on his back upper teeth, cutting into his tongue.  This hinny most likely never had anyone check his teeth or probably do any maintenance on him in his 25 years on earth.  With a little sedation, Ivan stood nice and calm while Kalie filed away all the sharp points she found.  While he was still a bit groggy, his penis had dropped and Kalie made a “management decision” to clean it and the sheath.  I had noticed that his sheath needed to be cleaned, but for some reason I didn’t even consider cleaning out the penis for beans.  Beans is a common term for gunk that ac*****ulates in the urethra opening of the penis.  Beans can hinder or even stop the flow of urine coming out. Primarily having female equines, I had forgotten about this needed maintenance of geldings.  Kalie pulled out a bean from his urethra that was half the size of a golf ball.  This was the blessing she brought to Ivan and me on that day.  I would not have instructed her to do this, due to forgetfulness.  If she hadn’t made the decision to do that which she knew needed to be done, Ivan would have continued to suffer needlessly, every time he expelled.  Thank God for this tiny yet powerful veterinarian lady. That day I wondered how Ivan was doing after all that vet work.  But I still didn’t have the urge to have a sit-down, heart to heart chat with him. The following day I noticed that I had a headache.  Headaches are not usual with me, and when I get one, quite often it is a transference of feeling I have picked up from another.  However, the temperature was nearing triple digits, and I wrote it off as a heat related headache.  I also became aware of an on/off toothache in my mouth. And besides both of that, the skin around my eyes burned, and my lower back was weak and in a bit of pain.  All these things were unusual for this stout body of mine.  It wasn’t long before I realized that my headache, toothache, eye ache and backache was coming from Ivan.  It was time to see if I could do something to alleviate his pains. I had forgotten about the animal healings I used to do.  I did a bunch of animal healings a few years back, through long distance via internet.  I KNEW I was doing ground breaking healing work at that time.  I was fully aware of how I was able to resolve inner conflict in the animal’s mind.  However, I wasn’t able to convince some of the owners of the intense therapy and the resolving of core issues that we had just accomplished.  A few of these owners questioned if I had really done anything, since immediate physical changes were not in their view sight—and since I was thousands of miles away, I was not able to see what they could not.  Being new to this technique, I mistakenly questioned my own ability and thought maybe I was making it all up—an overactive imagination or something.  But a part of me I knew I wasn’t.  How could I be making it up when, after the work was completed, I went back into the mind of that animal and the issue that we just resolved was not even there? (This happens when I do this work with self and other people, also).  Nevertheless, I reluctantly gave up on animal healings and put this practice aside at that time. Ivan made it obvious that I needed to remember and re-activate my healing work.  On that sweltering day when it was most beneficial to be indoors in air conditioning, I cozied myself on the recliner and relaxed down into a self-hypnotic state.  I put my mind into his.  I became Ivan, yet I still was outside of Ivan.  I asked him to show me the source, the root cause of his pains.  The movie came through very clear and emotional. Ivan, the hinny, upon birth, was a surprise to everyone.  He was birthed in amongst other equines, mostly horses.  From the moment he could stand up on those long legs of his, he was being aggressively charged by these horses.  His mother, the jenny donkey, protected him as best she could, but she was outnumbered and “out-aggressed” by these other equines.  Ivan took refuge by her side, but knew he was in danger from these seeming predators and needed to watch out for his life.  It was a tough time for him.  He learned very early in life to stay away from other equines. But that was not the worst of it.  The most devastating time during his foal-hood was when he was weaned.  They (people) took his mother away from him, his one and only protector.  They left him all alone in that field with the other aggressive equines.  Those horses beat up on him something fierce.  At one point when he was down, he just wanted to die. He didn’t want to get up from the beatings.  But he couldn’t make himself die, instinct made him live. From that point on, Ivan was a recluse.  For survival purposes, he stayed away from the other equines.  He never challenged them, and his meal was consumed after the others had left the hay pile.  I shared and felt all the pain and hurt and grief of this foal-hood with Ivan.  I experienced it nearly as emotionally as he had experienced it.  In this entire process I am feeling as he feels, yet I am also outside of him, coaching the session.  Once he and I got all the emotion out, I showed him that he had lived and survived for a reason.  And that reason is now, all these years later, to be the hinny that he was meant to be.  He now is valued and appreciated because he is different, a very rare and unique animal.  It was the only logical conclusion.  What other reason could there be for being put in an inescapable position of being abused for so many years? The following day, I only had remnants of physical pains and sadness.  I continued to be connected because I wanted to monitor him to know how he was doing, and if he needed more help from me.  I’m glad I stayed connected, because I actually learned that I needed to go through the healing process with him a few more times to get out all the inner emotional pains he was experiencing. Ivan will do fine now. His mouth is feeling much better, as I see he is now grazing—something he hasn’t done since I’ve had him.  I put bag balm around his eyes for a bit of protection from the sun. I’m sure his sheath and penis will heal and resume its natural state and function.  My back pain, headache, toothache and burning eyes is now gone and I’m certain his is also.  Next week we will get his feet trimmed, and he will finally be fully taken care of, valued, and honored as he should have been all along—better late than never. UPDATE: After the teeth floating, Ivan was beside himself, always hungry. I kept more than enough hay in his stall and he kept losing weight.  I then learned that with this new teeth floating, he was having a hard time eating hay stalks.  I now have to feed him pelleted grass hay, but he is getting fat and sassy now.  He is one of the herd and does his share of escaping really good gates! The joy of longears!

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Published on: 2009-10-19 (358 reads)