Monthly Archives: June 2014

The Journey Call

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Since this is supposed to be my year of discovery I am using this blog as a semi journal of what I observe in the topside world and in the netherworld of dreams.  Throughout the years I have had a recurring dream scape that involves horses that have been part of my past.  The recurring theme is suddenly realizing that one or more of these horses are in a location not in my immediate control and I suddenly realize that I have forgotten them and for a period of time they have not been fed or watered.  It is a distressing dream and it took much soul searching and listening to voices of my old soul to realize the meaning.  The horse has a netherworld meaning associated with our innate persona controlled by the instincts society demands we abandon.  I have learned to respect this recurring dream as a reminder that I have a responsibility to God to protect this innate persona He entrusted to me, which always necessitates a time of travel in the netherworld to seek restoration.  These excursions are always accompanied with much stress in my topside world as an anchor because it is in my nature to favor the netherworld.  Without the pull to survival in the topside I would without a doubt willingly forget my way back.  I am currently pretty much maxed out with stressors in the topside, so I am hoping if I complete my restoration cycle in the nethers I won’t need so much anchoring on the topside.

This time my horse dream occurred in two parts for the first time.  I guess you could call it a sequential dream with a topside week in between.  In the first part I allowed someone I really did not know to trailer Picasso from his near pasture to another location where I was assured he would be well boarded.  I agreed to this because in the dream it was pointed out to me that my busy schedule was not allowing much time for him and he would get more attention in the new stable arrangement.  That part I dream was perplexing, but not really distressing like the others.

Then came Part II which occurred Friday night.  As before a chance conversation brought a sudden realization that I had not really vetted the person that took him or the stable agreement.  When I asked if that person had not assured me that the stable board included feed and water he looked at me like I was crazy.  A horse can live for weeks without feed.  It may not be pretty, but they can survive.  However, a week is way too long for a horse to go without water and I have seen a prized stallion die because the designated caretaker did not check his water when the owner was on vacation.  It only took 4 days of no water.  Always in the past the horses in the dream were no longer in my life so the distress of the dream was tempered by return to the topside and the drive to seek restoration was intentioned but not so intense.   This sequeled dream was ever so much more intense.  Like always the answers were not in the dream thus prompting the nether journey.  But this time the answers seem much more needed because the chosen horse icon is my current soul mate.   The goal is always reclamation of my innate God given persona from whomever or whatever I have  surrendered it to.  I’m old & tired of testing, but I will make the journey.  The call is always to the near duty and the journey is accomplished one duty at a time.  I must restore food and water to my innate me which also means protection of the pineal gland and the pituitary gland.

If you’re not a Watcher you can call me crazy or anything else you like.  I was name proofed several journeys ago.

 

 

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How We Are Being Indoctrinated Into The Thought Police Agendas

Can someone explain to me why the more morally depraved this country becomes the more it insists on manners on demand. No one can speak their mind about anything without the pansy patrol demanding an apology leveraged with instant defamation by the media for anyone who fails to comply. Actually apologies are only partially acceptable because defamation is the byword of the day and the liberal media outlets are in competition to see who can destroy someone first. I was raised to be a lady and manners were always a top priority in my family, but we did not insist on being the thought police for the world. After all the First Amendment guaranties freedom of speech and respect for our freedoms was equal priority. This man spoke his thoughts and emotions, but he did not actually harm or even threaten anyone. If he wants to come back with a cool down apology fine, but it should not be a requirement. Could we all please just stand up and be the proud, brave Americans we were born to be and stop all this thin skinned hunt for offense on every word uttered in public or printed or tweeted, or posted, or anything else. We’ve become a nation of thought police because you have to change what someone thinks before you can change their expressed opinions. A world where every word and every action is examined for any ounce of offense is a pansy world and I for one don’t want to live there. Offense is sort of like germs. The only way to build up an immunity is by contact.
California Chrome owner Steve Coburn apologizes for post-race rants
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California Chrome owner Steve Coburn has apologized for his post-race rants following his horse’s failed bid to win the…
 
This was my FB post on 6/9/14.  After one commenter expressed her opinion that he should apologize because he was just like the liberals – always blaming someone else,  I added this comment:
 
I don’t think it matters if he was right or wrong. It was his opinion at the moment and he should be allowed to express it. I personally have never agreed with the Triple Crown rules. If they are going to link the 3 races together then fresh horses should not be allowed in. The main reason they allow them in is because it widens the betting odds. Even when I was jockeying and training I had to admit that the sport runs on gambling. It’s just like Las Vegas. Everything at the track is cheap because they need the jockeys, grooms & trainers to provide the means to their end. We could stay in the track dorms for $30 for the entire season and shed row rent was very reasonable. It is pure organized crime vice and the para mutual system is party to the vice. Most of them have no real appreciation of the horses as the valuable athletes they are. To them they are just the means to an end. When we try to limit any verbal expression that is not obscene or threatening then we are limiting that persons thoughts. In my book that equates to thought police and we are cooperating with establishment of their agenda.

Horses and Ravens

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Sometimes we fail to remember that life is about partnerships.  The popular theme of today seems to be me, me, me.  We can push our way around partnerships with people, but the horse will only bend so far.  I commented after the Kentucky Derby that I would have questioned the jockey’s decision to whip so aggressively when California Chrome was so obviously in command of his race.  I did not see the Preakness, so I do not know how that race went, but I do know that the insistence on the nose strips for the Belmont confirmed my suspicions that CC might have lung stress.  Excessive whipping can exacerbate lung stress because the stride lock phenomena in horses necessitates them finding the optimum stride pattern that fits their anatomical design.  An occasional whip stroke can be a reminder to seek this optimum, but excessive whipping can drive beyond the natural optimum which is why so many racers become bleeders.

During an interview with Victor Espinoza this past week I heard him comment something along the lines of  California Chrome could be moody, but when he rides him he shows him he is the boss and he is in charge and he has to do what he says.  I remember reading that he could be cocky and I know it to be common amongst jockeys and he certainly has had a successful career.  However, the comments weighed heavy on my California dreaming for a new Triple Crown icon.  I went back and watched the Derby run after hearing those remarks and I began to worry that the partnership element might not be the priority required for the crown.  As I posted in my pre-race comments I was trying to hold to the dream, but I was not feeling it because I sensed a communication breakdown on the horizon.

Armchair jockeying is really not a fair game because there is no way to know all the elements that intertwine, but I know the heart of a champion and I know respect is an integral fuel.  In my knower I saw the mutual respect bridge that creates the needed partnership between man and beast was hampered by the weight of control lust on the part of man.  I saw the shadow of the raven set in flight by the power grasping words that some would label confidence.   Horses bred to race love to run and to win.  A  good jockey learns to partner with the dance born of that fire.  Chrome was not dancing today.  Something damped his fire and no amount of rejected whipping could stir its embers.  I believe his champion’s heart would have gladly danced in partnership with skilled urging from freeing hands pumping in rhythm with his heaven ordained heart and lungs.

Our words come from what rules in our hearts and they often proceed the results of that rule.  The raven is the symbol of the power of the spoken word.  I don’t know when the music stopped for Chrome, but it stopped short of the crown and that dance will not come again.  Quote the raven

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