One of the reasons I got into anmal communication was becasue of the Hopi Prophecies, or I should say the written interpretation of same. The way I understand it, the Hopi drawings show two roads for our timeÂ (which is called the coming of the 5th world);Â one is the Hopi road the other the nonHopi road. If we travel the Hopi road, the road of consciousness, the earth changes that are predicted are supposed to be much lower in intensity. Based on that prophesy, I decided that the best thing I could do at the time (late 80s) would be to find a way to help shift consciousness on this planet.Â Here is a link to some information on the prophecies. Scroll down to Hopi Myths and click on the prophecies. http://www.crystalinks.com/hopi1.html
As if we don’t have enough on our collective plate, 2012 is on its way. I’ve heard a lot of speculation about the year 2012, most of it not so good: there will be a huge pole shift, meteors, major climate events, etc. I would love to know what you have heard about the time that is coming up for us and what you think about it. I amÂ startin to believe that one tool in our toolbox is being underutilized:Â using manifesting techniques and energy healing and clearing techniques to help shift things on the earth toward the way we would like them to go. To that end I am working with some friends to develop courses and guidance for creating the change we’d like to see on the earth. I am also starting to think that this is the process we are all being led to as species: to use the powers we all have but don’t recognize or utilize. It’s just a theory and needs testing. It is also not a substitute but an adjunct to taking direct action for the animals and the earth. But the two actions in concert seem to me to be the best approach. Tell me your thoughts on our future and the predictions for 2012.
STARFIRE’S TASK – PART 2
Â This is a continuation of reader Mark Whitney’s story from last week.
Cheryl told me to stand still in the center of the empty aisle, and then she opened a stall door at the end of the barn and whistled.Â Slowly a coal black horse walked out of the stall and down the aisle to halt directly in front of me, parked at attention.Â As she lowered her head to softly sniff my hair and say hello, I saw a thin blaze of white running down her forehead.Â Through reflex my right hand slowly raised and I stroked her jaw, while she gently turned her head from side to side, and regarded me with large dark eyes in an unblinking but kindly gaze.Â My breath was caught in my throat, for she was beautiful, and her clean musky scent was intoxicating.Â In my youth I had ridden some handsome geldings and pretty mares, but she was stunning, and would have fulfilled every horse mad teenage girlâ€™s fantasy.
After Cheryl saddled Starfire, we proceeded to the indoor ring, and then the work began.Â For the next two months, three times a week, we just walked around the ring.Â I learned to balance in the saddle again, and began to restore my rusty riding skills, as Starfire and I got to know each other.Â That was not very difficult, but I wasnâ€™t really feeling any improvement in my leg.Â Then we started to post at a trot, and my right leg protested every stride of the way.Â As I rose out of the saddle, my leg muscles kept shaking, and my calf sometimes felt like it was either in ice water or on fire.Â The numbness was gone, but the pain was real.Â My doctor was pleased.Â He said it was working.Â I asked how much longer.Â He said keep going until it stops.Â I never dared to ask him if that meant until the pain stops, or my leg stops working, or both.
One evening after four months of riding, my right leg suddenly buckled while I was posting to a slow trot on a left hand turn.Â I slid off of Starfire to gently fall face down in the soft ring dirt.Â The spasms in my leg did not stop, and for a minute of eternity I was in agony.Â The fall had not hurt me, but tears of rage and humiliation burned my eyes, as I waited for the cramp in my calf to relax.
As my vision cleared, I realized I was in shadow.Â I heard a soft nicker, so I rolled to my left side and looked up.Â Starfire had come back and she was straddling me, with her head down and just above me.Â I reached up with my right hand and accidentally struck her alongside her head, but instead of jumping back like a normal horse would have done, she quickly lowered and turned her head until the top of her neck was wedged in my arm pit.Â As my right arm instinctively wrapped around her neck, she very slowly raised her head and pulled me to my knees and then to my feet.Â With my right arm still wrapped tightly around her neck and my right leg dragging, a step at a time Starfire brought me back to the mounting block, and stood like a statue beside it, without a command having been given.
In a neutral voice, Cheryl told me to mount again.Â I crawled up the mounting block steps and pulled myself on to Starfireâ€™s back, since my right leg was still useless.Â She stood as solid as a stone, while watching me with her left eye until I was finally tall in the saddle.Â I picked up the reins and in a shaking voice asked for Starfire to walk on.Â We quietly walked into the ring, and started again.
Here is a great article of controlling flies in your stable.