by
Ardith MacKay, Nova Scotia, Canada
I volunteer energy work on a horse farm near my home in Nova Scotia. One of the farm's mandates is to provide care for horses in transition. This may take the form of rest, rehabilitation, retraining or simply allowing them a safe space to pass over. In the summer of 2003, there had been four, unexpected deaths in close succession; including the loss of a two day old foal. These deaths had left all involved feeling rather weary and discouraged. I was at a low ebb when I arrived for the level 3 HTA in Denver in August but soon felt re-energized surrounded by the good people and new learning at the clinic.
I returned home to find a new born Belgian colt. His mother, Rose, had an uncertain future until she arrived at the farm late in her pregnancy. We all basked in the affirmation of this new life. Our joy was short lived. A week later I received a phone call from Raven, the farm manager, that made my heart sink; the colt was unwell. I rushed to the farm and found him lying very still with dull, staring eyes. I knelt by his side and did the Etheric Heartbeat™ technique. As I finished, the vet arrived, looking as apprehensive as we both felt.
While assisting the vet by holding the mare and foal I was able to continue sending energy. The vet suspected septicaemia and administered antibiotics to the colt. He left saying, "Well, we'll know in a few hours." Raven had over thirty horses to tend so I stayed with the foal. He lay still with his head on my lap while I did the newly learned Chi™ technique and repeated the Etheric Heartbeat. This time I included his Mom in the intention to aid his choice.
When
I finished Pat rose to his feet and began nursing from his Mom, which
he had not been able to do for several hours. He just drank and drank,
a heart-lifting sight as we had been worried about his lack of nursing.
He remained on his feet, alternating between nibbling at the hay, going
to his Mom for a drink and coming back to me for energy pats.
When Raven returned an hour later, Pat was bright eyed, steady on his
feet, and more like his own sweet self. In the days that followed he continued
to improve under our watchful scrutiny and his Mom's relaxed gaze. Today,
at four months, Pat remains a serious, gentle, loving "little"
guy who is always a joy to visit.
