So That We Can See - The Second Beginning | Chapters Online

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This is a story of echoes. A story of what is normal. A story of things that are real that we never see.  

A story of life, a story of time, a story of answers that can be found in the light.  

A story of discovery and mystery that the horses set out for those who are willing to look. For those willing to find and to see, what they didn't know was there to see. 

Mysteries, lessons and questions hidden in plain sight changing everything that comes next.   

This is the First Gift of the Horses 

So That We Can See... 

 

 

This is a journey for a lifetime, ready to fill our lives with wonder in discovering what comes next, beyond what we can see and know and touch with our understanding and our hearts today.

It begins when we can hear the echoes of the past, learn from the echoes of what was.

When we experience the haunting obsession in trying to find answers when it seems you are not even sure what the questions are.

I want to take you on a journey.

A journey filled with experiences that I have come to understand were always meant for you, as much or more then they were ever meant for me. My designated task I now believe is to share what happened, that which forever changed me. To share every strange twist and turn, the discoveries, the questions; to make you a part of it. To help you question what you thought you knew, what you think is possible. A journey of discovery, a mystery that has always been right here waiting for us to find.

Chapter One

Why do we so joyfully take the risks?

What is here with the horses that makes us so willing to put up with the odds of getting hurt? What idiot does this?

 

I didn't know this is where it would begin, with a coal black stallion appearing silently out of the mist.  

I froze.

He appeared so suddenly it was as if he were a ghost. So silently, it would be easy to think he was not really there, merely a vision of my overactive imagination trying to make sense of the swirling fog.  

I knew he was using all of his senses examining me, scrutinizing me, not knowing who I was, and not expecting to find me, a human, here. I felt a shiver of fear creep down my spine, unsure of his reaction.

There are so many things in life I am afraid of. But somehow in the field that day it had to be gone. All of it.

Don't misunderstand, I am never fearless. I was afraid. I was afraid as the black stallion surprised me in the mist. That fear froze me to the ground. I couldn't move as I stood there staring at him, waiting to see what he would do next.

In the fields, with these horses, I found something... almost magical, a place where something other than fear could be found. Time passed and I often thought of that uncanny first encounter with the coal-black stallion in the fog. The beginning of a relationship that allowed me to become part of a herd as I returned time and time again. A place where I felt something unique, almost otherworldly.

It was an incredible opportunity to document their lives as if there was no human present. Although there were moments when I would catch one of the mares standing there, staring at me as if they were trying to figure me out and what my place was. But at one level I was doing the same thing that they were, I was just accepting what was happening, as normal. I had come to a time to just expect it.

This was my new reality.

Don't misunderstand, I thrilled to it, it was an amazing time in my life, yet at another level, I just stupidly accepted this new life, as if this behaviour from the horses was normal. Perhaps because I felt such a sense of peace, of serenity from being there with them.

I now wonder if that sense of peace that wove its way through my being, made it too easy to just accept. There was no unease, no sense of something not being quite right to set off any warning bells to make me stop and wonder at how strange my life had become.

So now what? What was I supposed to do with all of this?

I was inspired. Transformed. Challenged. Humbled. And left completely mystified wondering what was happening.

Experiences that make no sense, that shouldn't have happened.

Which is why at the very beginning I denied it even happened. Too fantastical to be believed even by me. Experiences that if someone else had told me that it happened to them, I would have regulated to their imagination, to wishful thinking. To have just one of these experiences would be unbelievable beyond any kind of possibility. And yet.. it happened. They all happened. The scary part... they kept happening.

I can't deny it anymore, not when I see the images, some of them captured in pictures, some of them captured on film, all of them documented.

These were not my imagination, they were real, impossible to escape their reality no matter how much a part of me wanted to, when I have the pictures scattered laying here on the desk in front of me.

My new beginning, this second beginning where my relationship with horses was so different from my first beginning where instead of training, healing and riding, I was documenting their lives and trying to discover who they were without us, was wrapped up in an enigma, something that challenged everything I thought I knew about horses. Challenged everything that I had ever been taught, read, or heard about horses.

It left me with a mystery that I didn't have an answer for. The behaviour of these horses so outside the norm that I was so confused I didn't know what to make of any of it!

But what it finally did do, was make me stop. Full stop.

It made me pay attention.

In a strange way it made me listen.

It was wonderful in one way, in another way it was uncomfortable to experience.

Each new experience scratching against your lack of understanding, and the failure once again to understand, only driving the restless urgency to solve the mystery. While at the same time, at some level, you still doubt yourself. A tiny piece always wondering if it is just your imagination that there was more here.

Time is an interesting construct, allowing us to see things through its passage giving us time to grow and understand what we didn't understand before. If there was no thing as time, we never would have patterns that we could recognize as we come upon them But time hides its own mysteries that we sometimes miss.

For the most part, we accept that in our reality, time follows a certain path, that the past is past, the future is the future and we will get to the future through this moment that we are in, that we call now.

We think of now as something that we are in, in this moment. That is almost instantly gone, to be always replaced with a new now.

If we accept that time is linear then those moments are gone forever. Lost in the midst of time.

In an unconscious universe that would certainly be true. Without consciousness, awareness, memory, each moment that came before would wink out as if it never existed before.

You would think that the telling of a story, the sharing of experiences, of a journey of discovery, would be easy. You would write it in the order that it occurred. But what do you do when the order doesn't follow what we perceive of as time?

How do you translate the actions of a herd that allows you access as if you didn't exist?

When we look back through the gift of time we can string together moments of time perhaps realizing for the first time, that while different there was the same echo, the same pattern for us to see. When we put them together we can finally see that they are part of a higher truth that perhaps we didn't realize was there the first time through but were waiting to provide us with a greater understanding when we found the rest.  Here below are a few that I found that revealed a truth when I was finally able to put them all together.

I was back again with the herd along the stream, as the late afternoon sun sparkled and danced like white sapphires in the tiny waves ruffling the water as it flowed through. On this long day of summer, the soft golden light of the evening was still hours away.

Content with full tummies after a day spent grazing, the young adolescents can often be eager for entertainment. Never haltered, never held on a lead rope, never bridled, never saddled, free to be together 24 hours a day, bonds formed and forged, they spend their days together, in the warm sun, in the fresh wind, to live out their lives together. One can never be quite sure what their response will be, when you come into their space, each day can be different.

When the grey and white mare didn't follow me, it hurt even more. I felt so much grief in not being able to give this sweet mare the answer she was looking for, to not accept this extraordinary gift. For a long time that was all, I could feel. Pain, despair, grief.

Days later though I slowly began to question, it was my thoughts and not my heart that took charge wondering.

It can be hard to understand horses. Especially since we have no common form of communication. They are so very different from us. For all of their presence which we are always aware of, if for no other reason than their size, I don't think we realize how much we get from them is just silence. Perhaps just because we are so aware of their power because of their physical presence and that overwhelms us so much that we don't notice the rest of it lies in silence.

If someone has no words with which to speak, if you can't use words, it is what you do that becomes your voice.

Which was always true. Actions are truth because words can lie.

To come back day after day one almost feels transported, as each day although unique seems an echo of all the ones that came before. The very colour of the light in the sky informs and you know where they will be, what they will be doing.

"Makes absolutely no sense."

"Cannot possibly have understood."

"Just completely strange and counterintuitive."

"Those who are not shocked... cannot possibly have understood it."

"And anyone who thinks they can talk about [this] without feeling dizzy hasn't yet understood the first thing about it."

Okay so now that you understand the basic idea of entanglement the one other concept to understand is the idea of light being able to exhibit two different characteristics both as a wave and a discrete particle called a photon. Rather than get into a fulsome discussion of waves and particles, waves or particles, or waves only, it will speed things up if we just accept that for the purpose of the following experiment we accept Einstein's premise that "it seems as though we must use sometimes the one theory and sometimes the other, while at times we may use either. We are faced with a new kind of difficulty. We have two contradictory pictures of reality; separately neither of them fully explains the phenomena of light, but together they do."

"The physicists of the period. They could but make the best of it, and went around with woebegone faces sadly complaining that on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays they must look on light as a wave; on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, as a particle. On Sundays they simply prayed."

— Banesh Hoffman - The Strange Story of the Quantum

I was back once again taking pictures of the herd by the creek. One where while these horses were far more inquisitive and a little more used to people, yet surprisingly they never let me close to the napping foals. Here in this herd what had become common in another, never happened here.

Strange.

This last experience with the entire herd this is the one that disturbed me the most. The one that stopped me in my tracks, as I struggled to understand.

"There is one feature I notice that is generally missing . … It's a kind of scientific integrity, a principle of scientific thought that corresponds to a kind of utter honesty — a kind of leaning over backwards.

For example, if you're doing an experiment, you should report 'everything' that you think might make it invalid — not only what you think is right about it; other causes that could possibly explain your results; and things you thought of that you've eliminated by some other experiment, and how they worked — to make sure the other fellow can tell they have been eliminated.

Details that could throw doubt on your interpretation must be given, if you know them.

I spoke about the frustration and the struggle to understand but never spoke of the joy along the way. The joy of discovery. The joy in coming to a new understanding. The joy in learning something new.

Life is about learning. From our very first moments, we explore, feel, touch, taste, and aware we begin our lifelong journey of discovery.

When I was young, I think I fell a little in love, maybe a little more than a little, with Mike a newly awakened life, from the book The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert A Heinlein.

Mike laments people are stupid.