Flicka is roughly 1100 pounds and so much bigger than my 5'4' 130 pound and female human body. Saturday it was a good five hours helping this young one, a 6 year old free range Appaloosa mare. Her legs shook like that of the first stances of a just birthed foal and at times she had trouble keeping her head off the ground, she was obviously racked with pain. Again and again she attempted to stand and walk but the agonizing physical torture of colic kept knocking her down. It took hours and many methods for her to begin to feel better within herself.
My personal journey with horses...
...began the late 90's in Ojai, Ca. I'd often bike to or from my massage work to the newly built Spa. Passing the massive horse stables, is when I began to hear it. It was horse talk in my head, they were calling me over with loving gesture. Many times I'd shake it off saying 'I'm not an animal person, good day', continuing on my way.
One day I came prepared had some carrots. I thought I'd go over and say hello and offer the treat. Well that's when I ascended in love with horses and it's been a continuous ascension since then. I soon began taking English and Western riding lessons and I apprenticed with a local Equine Massage Therapist. I was all about the horses, but was not and am still not an animal person. I just love and have been blessed with subtle communication with the Equine Nation.
I've had many love affairs with this E-Nation and some awesome employment positions. Once was paid well and given a lovely fully furnished one bedroom apartment in a horse stable. I was the novice of 5 of the female dressage grooms each with our own apartment in Wellington, Florida. Some of the horse boarded there worth $50K to well into the millions.
Another Equine adventure a few years later was of trading diving lessons for horse care in the southern dutch caribbean island of Bonaire, which lies in the Caribbean Sea northwest of Venezuela. Then my horse love took me down under The Equator to the hippy town of Nimbin caring for 3 beautiful free range horses. Yes, many are the experiences from my gaga over horses. And certainly more of those stories to blob about, yes, blob;)
This weekend, using my gifts as a Reiki Healer and Yogini to help Flicka regain her stature was one of the highlights of my Equi-life. At one point when she was lying down, I attuned to Reiki energy and started placing my hands on her. I could see her eyes rolling back in delight especially when I verbally invoked one of the sacred Reiki symbols and called on the power of the Holy Spirit. Several times while I was doing this, she attempted to get up, and couldn't, several times she did get up. Several times when she was up, we walked around the yard, once chased by here brother Eclipse who was also freaking out over this ordeal. Tha was went I dropped the lead and darted out of the way! It was good to see them frolic but it still seemed like touch and go to me when she soon went down yet again. I was deeply concerned, as I had lost a horse to colic who was under my care in beautiful Bonaire.
I was determined to do everything in my power to help her regain herself. It turned into awesome experience of bonding; at one point she followed me in a yogic breath (called Kapalabhati or fire breath), pumping air in and out of her nostrils. What an amazing sight, so yes my love for horses, my love for all things good and goodness had helped me to get past my fear and help my friend Flicka to regain her sense of self. Flicka's human mom and I did as much as we could awaiting the on-call vet. We took a trip to the supply store for penicillin, she massaged her abdomen with deep compression motions alike to cpr, she mended the ozing wound on her neck( probably from Eclipse). We were happy when the super kind and knowledgable Vet arrived. He equally desirous of doing as much as he could for Flicka. His treatments were the typical half dozen needles of different medical potions and a tube up her nostrils that went into her esophagus to reach her stomach. He proceeded to pour mineral oil into her. A friend mentioned that he had intubated her. A typical word for me, from my years of watching Grey's Anatomy but yesterday that it was just a tube of agony into my friend that eventually provided her with relief.
So it wasn't Touch and Go, Yay! The Vet got her up and walking within the first few minutes of his arrival. It was probably due to that first needle, a painkiller, which was followed be two or three sedatives to get her in a mellow mood.
Now relaxed, the vet could intubate her from her front, but not from her rear end. She drew the line and he heeded the lady's wishes of not going there, besides the initial exam.
So yes, an adventure in Equine wellness and great bonding with my new friend Flicka, along with her brother Eclispe and their Human Mom. We could all finally put our concerns to rest.
Later as I drove away, Flicka hung over the fence. I glanced over my left shoulder hearing her heart saying "a million thank yous to you my friend Shakti. And sorry for knocking you down the first day we met, you found out the hard way that though younger than my brother-
I'm the Alpha Horse"