One of the questions I get asked frequently is how I became a a professional Animal Communicator, Horse Whisperer and Dr. Sulittle. So today, the horses would like me to share Part 4 of my story with you.
This story is really about how I started talking to horses. Before this experience, I had ridden a horse three times and been to the races once, I was unfamiliar with them and didn’t even know that I was fluent in Horse. There’s a certain synchronicity with horses and I’m still amazed how they seem to be able to make things happen. Often when I am low on funds, I’ve sent the message out to the horses that I need a reading or to do a clinic and voila, someone calls or books a clinic! I am sure that Double Expresso, the horse in this story, was somehow arranging things in the background, to get me acquainted with him, his racehorse friends and the horse world in general. It is due to him that I am a professional Horse Whisperer today! Anyways, here’s the story…..
Hong Kong, 2002
I’m standing on the roof of an apartment building, overlooking the Happy Valley Racetrack in Hong Kong. Listening to a lovely, soft spoken confident Chinese Television celebrity named Wendy. Her favourite bird, has escaped from the immense cage beside us and she’s anxious to see if I can track him. Not being fluent in bird, it’s doable, but like a crossword puzzle with very vague clues in a different language. He reports that he feels safe, is being fed and cared for and is alive, but is disorientated. I am unable to receive clear directions to his location.
Wendy is assuring me that she feels relief and peace knowing that her bird friend is okay and is inviting me into her apartment for some tea. It is a menagerie. There are 3 dogs, quite a few cats, several more birds and many fish tanks with fish and turtles in them. Large photographs and paintings grace the walls, displaying more dogs and horses. Wendy tells me of her dedication and passion for rescuing unwanted and abandoned animals in the Happy Valley area.
She mentions a horse that she leases. It’s a retired racehorse. We must go visit it and find out what he has to say. She’s handing me a picture, I’m already receiving information which I translate to Wendy…There is something SO familiar about this hour…like we have met or something…yet, I have only been to the races once and know absolutely nothing about horses…then she mentions his name…Double Expresso. And then I remember! Of course I know Double Expresso, it’s probably the only horse name I even know!
A few years earlier….
I’ve been meditating and studying healing in Thailand and am back in Hong Kong to earn some funds for a trip to Canada. My very dear, generous, funny friend Thomas is in town from Vietnam. He’s been hanging out at a bar, where everyone avidly follows horse racing, which is a absolutely HUGE in Hong Kong. The Hong Kong Jockey Club conducts nearly 700 horse races per year at their two race tracks where an average crowd attendance is approximately 46,000 per race card. Thomas has had a brilliant, amusing idea on how we can all benefit and make some money at the races. He has formed the PSS, the Psychic Su Syndicate. We use my Psychic abilities to pick the winning horses. Brian, a genius at betting, fills in the forms to garner the best returns and Thomas, flush from his teaching gig in Vietnam provides the wagering funds. The winnings will be equally split three ways between us, after Thomas is repaid the initial wager.
So, after a few meetings of the PSS, we’re off to the races. I’m now standing at the viewing grounds at the races, which I would see from Wendy’s roof. The races at Happy Valley are a buzz. We’re surrounded by sound, motion, excitement, passion and the vivid, bright, delightful colours of racing. I LOVE it! Everything is interesting, energizing and fun. A huge
party celebrating risk, daring, speed, beauty and danger. Our picks have placed or won in the last six or so races. We’ve won heaps and I feel it’s time to stop working, relax, enjoy the atmosphere and have some fun. Thomas, still in a wagering mood, asks us for the winner of the next race. I suggest that he go to the paddock area and tap into his intuition and trust what he gets…Thomas returns, brimming over with excitement… ” I KNOW who is going to win! I just know it…and get this! His name….his name is Double Expresso! He’s our winner! He’s it!” enthuses our passionate coffee lover of a friend. So Double Expresso won, and we won ourselves enormous amounts of funding to relax into!
And now, several years later, there I was holding his picture….
So, I accepted Wendy’s invitation and went to meet Double Expresso. What I remember now is how I thought I was going to a small stable in the middle of nowhere in the New Territories, near the border with China. I had packed a lunch, had snacks, borrowed a thermos and had worn old clothes. I arrived at Bea’s River and it was a swish country club setting with miles of stables. I vividly remember entering the stables and being met by the divine smell of the horses. How everything slowed down and seemed to go in slow motion as hundreds of horses slowly turned their heads as I came in and curiously watched me walk by. How everything sped up as they greeted me and all started talking at once. Hundreds of horses with something to say. I can still feel my elation, joy, delight and bewilderment. The experience was wonderful and overwhelming all at the same time. Like diving into deep water and having to breath when surfacing, remaining calm, knowing you’re out of your depth and you can no longer touch the bottom with your toes.
Then, I met Double Expresso and him saying…”What took you so long to get here? We’ve all been waiting quite a while for you to show up…you speak horse!”
And so, my introduction to racehorses and thoroughbreds was made. It was just the beginning of many hundreds to come. Soon they, their owners and trainers would be my main clients. Now that’s a story for another blog. So tune in for How I became a Professional Horse Whisperer- Part 5, coming to a computer screen near you soon!
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