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I noticed Ebony one day at the stable, her head looking out over a stable door. I thought she was an Arabian, but come to find
out Ebony was a registered Saddlebred, with Pinto bloodlines. She was a pretty dark-grey dappled mare. She was a very young horse, but so very intelligent. Her eyes caught my attention, and mesmerized me at
once. I was in love with this big beautiful animal. I asked the owner of the stable about the only horse that was still left inside the stable. He said, oh that is Ebony's Orphan Flash. He said she
was too spirited for folks to ride her. After all the clunkers who wouldn't even nudge into a slow gallop I was intrigued! I asked him may I ride her, then I told him, I could handle her. So the
man goes and saddles her up for me to ride. Ebony was certainly no clunker stable horse. I came back the following week and rode her again. Both times she was very high spirited, nervous and a handful to handle. But
she had so much heart, I could tell she really wanted to please me… but she did not know… quite what I wanted from her. I asked if I could possibly buy her that second day I rode her. The owner delighted to sell her, as
she was not in his mind not a suitable stable horse for riding. I did not live in the country, and had to keep her at the stable. It would be over a year
before I had a home in the country where I could really take advantage of owning a horse. She became a very good friend, to say the least about Ebony! She was so friendly it was funny at just how
affectionate she could be. I found out more about her prior to the stable owning her. Seems she has been a back yard baby from the beginning of her life. She was as much bonded to people as to her
real mamma. Over the years I acquired a total of five horses in total. Ebony was always the lead-mare of this tiny little band of horses. She would alert all the horses in the morning when it was time to be fed
sweet grain. She would pick up her head upon seeing my son or I coming toward the barn to feed them. Frequently she would let out a long whinny call to alert her band that we were coming and then she would jump up
and off … like the start of a horse race. Galloping toward the barn and sweet grain! Her tail high in the air, and such a pretty prance in her steps. So beautiful! I could walk out in the pasture day or night and give
a whistle, then watch her head come up and gallop my way. Some of the most fun moments I had with Ebony was playing tag, yes I said tag
with her in the pasture. I would chase her till I lost my breathe, and then she would chase after me until I stopped. Then we would start all over again until I could no longer run and was totally breathless
. Wonderful moments to remember and share with you. Oh, but the reason
I was writing this article was to tell you about how my Ebony talked to me through telepathy or flashing pictures to me on more than one occasion. Animals are so much more intelligent than we ever give them credit
for being. Case in point here, over the years on three separate events one of my horses, or should I say Ebony's horses had been hurt and needed vet assistance immediately. Ebony flashed me-sent
me pictures of her standing right outside by the fence… waiting for me to come see what she wanted. My house was only about 25 feet from the fence, so I was in close proximity. I could easily have
dismissed-discredited those flashes she sent me as jibberish or my having a wild imagination. But I trust my inner sight and did not question the fact that Ebony for some reason was calling me
outside. Upon going outside, Ebony indeed was standing right by the fence. On the first occasion
several people, my son and I had had gone on a nice long horseback ride that afternoon. Upon coming back home we cooled out the horses and turned them back out into the pasture.
It now was about eight in the evening. I was in the shower when Ebony started flashing pictures of herself to me, almost frantically. I thought how unusual! She wanted my attention and now!
So after finishing my shower I went to go see where she was and what
was happening with her. She was extremely nervous though, and pacing along the fence. I asked her what was wrong and could tell she wanted me to go with her, similar
as in our game of tag. So I walked into the pasture and followed her as she led me to the barn. My son Geoff's pony was down flat on his side inside the barn… not looking so good! Anytime a horse is
ill they go down to the ground. Horses also nap lying on the ground, but a person can quickly tell the difference between a napping horse and a sick horse. A napping horse will quickly rise their head up
or get up… sick horses do not or will not rise I called a vet immediately and just in time to save my son's ponies life. He had accidentally gotten into the grain bin and
ate himself plum silly and sick! He had foundered on grain, it took months to nurse him back to good health. The second time,
Ebony called me to her aid, or to her little band's aid was in the wee hours of the morning. I am asleep this time and it is about four in the morning, and Ebony is clamoring in my mind that she wants me to come outside NOW!
Earlier in the night there had been a bad thunderstorm with lots of lightening. I thought well maybe one of the horses had gotten loose and it is upsetting her. So I got dressed, put my shoes on and away I
went. Again finding Ebony waiting for me by the fence. Ebony once again takes me
to the barn. Seems that Apache, my son's horse a large spotted quarter horse had spooked during the thunderstorm and was running wildly in the pasture. Not really sure just how
this accident occurred. But the result was Apache was hurt very badly and needed the vet's attention right then. He was bleeding very badly from three legs. There had been an old tractor disc implement kept or
stored right beside the barn. The horses were aware of this disk stored there, as they had lived in that pasture several years by now. But they must have been terribly frightened by the intensity of the storm and
lightening. Apache had apparently run into this disk or tried jumping over it. He had been shown in hunt-jumping shows earlier in life and still took pleasure in jumping over things. But tonight with just a
flashlight in hand, I could tell he was cut pretty badly and bleeding a lot. Time to get the kids up to help wrap his legs to attempt to control the bleeding until the vet could get there. The vet was there in a couple
of hours and stitched Apache up. He had been cut badly on three of four legs, requiring over a hundred stitches in all. The third incident very similar, my calling the vet once more at Ebony's insistence. My
Ebony is gone now from my sight, but not my mind. I had an incredible relationship with her. Her ability to talk to me via flashing pictures still baffles me. Ebony and Windy dog amazed me, is this just the tip of the
iceberg? To what extent can we talk to animals? What are they saying to us? How did Ebony or Windy Dog know how-where to contact me? How do animals know these things? Know about us? I thought we were the intelligent
species here, or at least that was what I had been taught. I do not have all the answers myself, but I am listening! I have had so many experiences of animals communicating with me now…I have no doubt they are as
intelligent or more intelligent that we. We are not the only intelligent species on this planet. Here we try to communicate with life from outer space and yet do we talk to the animals that live here with us? Ebony
cared for and loved her little band of friends, enough to bridge the gap of communication between species. I am glad I heard her call, it has helped expand my sense of what reality is for me. Or expand what my reality
can be! I share these little snippets of experiences to help you expand your awareness and sensitivity toward animals. And of the communication that is available to you with your animals, any animals for that matter.
Start experimenting with sending your pets pictures as a form of communication. This form of communication also works very well from human to human! Give it a try!
It definitely works with me, and saved two of my horses lifes. ©ra'mona marie 2002 |
