OK, this is really bugging me so to the point where I don´t even know how to start writing this blog post. Things keep playing over and over in my mind, which is how it goes when we can´t let go of things us humans ☺…
This morning, late morning that is, I took the husky ladies for a walk on the beach.
Or maybe they took me for a walk ☺ ?
Either way, it was a beautiful, windy morning with storm clouds on the horizon, all shades of blues and greys of the sky meeting the different sand colours of the beach itself.
Quite early in our walk I noticed two horses further up direction north. I could not see any riders on the horses, but after some time I could distinguish people next to the horses.
“How nice”, I thought to myself. “They are out walking the horses on the beach”.
As we got closer I saw a totally different picture.
A beautiful, grey-whitish (“skimmel” you call that colour horse in Swedish) horse with a female rider in a pink vest and glasses doing what first looked like some sort of dressage dance in the sand.
Kind of side ways and backwards.
For a split second it made me think of the dance of the Lipizzaner horses at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna.
For a very split second. Maybe just a 100th of a second…
The it got very clear that this horse was being steered towards the inwards moving tide, with extremely low, pretty soft waves and the horse was shit scared. She did totally not want to get into the water.
A bit further out, at the brim of the ocean, stood a dark brown horse with a girl dressed in dark coloured riding clothes, looking really confident with a camera around her neck.
It was quite obviously a photo shoot session for whatever reason on the beach with horse and rider and the horse did not want to get in to the moving water.
People had stopped to watched. Not many, but a few.
After all it was Thursday morning early October and people have to work 9-5 too right?
Dark Horse Girl got Grey Horse Girl to come up closer – told her something which could not be heard over the wind – and Grey Horse Girl whipped her horse real hard.
OK, I am not a horse person.
I know zilk about horses.
I took 12 riding lessons when I was 11 and was scared most of the time.
The past years I have been on a horse back for about 30 minutes all together, with my sister who is a Natural Horsemanship practitioner and her extremely calm horse.
But I am an Animal Communicator and a Reiki Master. I have spoken to a lot of horses the past 4 years of that career, I have shared Reiki moments with lots of these beautiful beings. And I am an Earthling. Like all species on this planet. Earthlings all experience fear, pain, joy the same way through the nervous system . It is scientifically proven even.
And that was not a slight touch with the whip to steer the horse in the direction you want it to go – it was “smack, smack” and the horse got even more agitated. It moved sideways, tried to move its head.
Grey Horse Girl got her horse closer to Dark Horse Girl.
Dark Horse Girl got her whip out and 5 times whipped Grey Horse on the ass, so loud you could hear it over the wind, leaving marks I could even see from the at least 25 or more meters away where I was standing.
I got shocked.
People left.
The people who stayed obviously approved of this.
Or did they?
I don´t know.
I did not ask them, so how could I know?
I gathered the husky ladies to go up and talk to the two girls on the horses.
Grey Horse Girl was taken off by Grey Horse a bit up the beach. More whipping and Grey Horse turned back.
It seemed Dark Horse Girl was in charge so I got ready to walk up to her and talk to her.
I had this plan of introducing myself and letting her know I am an Animal Communicator, offering to help or explain what was going on from Grey Horse´s perspective.
As I went through this in my head Grey Horse made it clear that she wanted to run back and forth up the stretch of sand where they were taking the pictures, and that she this way would be able to proceed in to the water after a while. In her way.
She showed me an experience where she had been forced in to a river, the currents were really strong and caught some of the horses and they all got swept quite a bit down river before they made it up safe and sound with riders and all on the other side of the river bank.
I was going to go up to Dark Horse Girl and let her know.
She came towards us.
Gave Dark Horse to a lady on the beach.
The lady gave her a look saying “what? Me?” and Dark Horse Girl said “she is really nice”. In German.
The lady proceeded to answer and all of a sudden Dark Horse Girl said in German “I only speak German, no other language and I need to have a smoke”.
Grey Horse Girl was having heavy problems further up the beach with Grey Horse, the whipping getting more intense.
Another split second decision – Grey Horse needed whatever help she could get right now.
I had been thinking of more options – not just talking to Dark Horse Girl , but to call Animal Protection and get them down on the beach , reporting what was obviously animal abuse, calling the police even, filming and sharing on social media… It is amazing how many thoughts and ideas you can force through your mind in a matter of a few minutes.
I walked towards Grey Horse and Grey Horse girl with the husky ladies.
I raised my right hand to draw the Reiki symbols – first for emotional healing and peace, then for physical strength.
I got contact with the horse
.
I told her “You are a beautiful being, you are strong, you can do this, the water has no power over you, the stupid human being on your back has no power over you, she is actually totally unintelligent and dumb (yes, I know this is not the way a yogi should speak, not a constructive way of saying things but I was really upset and angry and cannot pretend that was not the case), you are beautiful, you are strong, you have purpose, I love you.”
I kept saying “you are strong, you are beautiful, you are wise, you are needed, I love you” out loud even for quite some time while asking Reiki energy to be with Grey Horse. Drawing the symbol for healing the soul.
She ran back and forth next to the water, she then went in to the water and continued to run in the sometimes ankle sometimes knee deep sea for her, up and down the same route.
Beautiful!
“You are strong, you are beautiful, I love you, you are better than any human treating you that way, I love you”.
I kept talking to Grey Horse, Akasha and Elsa sat down in the sand watching it all.
People were walking up and down the beach taking photos of the beautiful couple in the sea.
The human and the horse.
Nature.
Little did anyone know what it took to get that scene.
It made me wonder right then and there, and I also wish I could have had a chance to ask that question to Dark Horse Girl and Grey Horse Girl if one – do they hit their children, their friends and parents too to get them to do what they want?
Two – when you publish that picture of you on Facebook or Instagram, galloping through the waves, most likely sharing that it is a moment to remember – is it really? Are you proud of your actions leading up to creating that so called picture perfect moment?
Three – What are you afraid of? Would you like anyone to force you to do what you are afraid of through violence, or would you rather somebody helped you with patience, gentleness and understanding so that you could flourish once you have managed to conquer one of your fears?
I don´t know why things happened the way they did today when it comes to my own reactions and behavior, next time I am calling the police.
For anyone in The Netherlands, that is 114 when it comes to animals whether it is animal police or animal ambulance.
And the picture below is from this morning too.
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