Introducing the Herd: Amoura



She named herself. It had come in a flash. I’m terrible with names, but one night I knew what hers was to be and at the same time, learned her primary gift. Amoura. Love. I never questioned where it came from. I just knew. It was she who had told me.

Amoura’s style is no-nonsense, her messages, I’ve come to know, are quick, succinct, and “no further comment”. She had told me shortly after she arrived here that Tal needed his name changed (it’s now Shaman Tal) and Kaheka had a little girl entity on him. The messages had come so fast and with such clarity, I did a double take, still getting use to animals talking. I couldn’t ignore that I had just heard from her. But that was it, no further information, no idle chit chat.

She leaves me with figuring it out. Her message about Kaheka was interesting because it was during this time when numerous people referred to him as her, including myself. Even his given name I found a little feminine. Kaheka later came to me in a dream and gave me more information.

Amoura walks away from me when I don’t quite understand something. She’s not intending rudeness, she just doesn’t have time for my floundering. She gives an impatient shrug and with her head flung high, indicates “Forget it. Another time”.

In contrast, lately she has been hanging out with me more than usual, following me from place to place, not always, and not enough to feel her a nuisance, but enough to enjoy her. Tonight we had a special interaction just outside the barn. I did some energy work on her with my hands, nothing fancy, no certification required, just following the lead of the horse and my hands.

After some exploration I was unsure where to focus. True to her style, she started directing the bodywork. Moving herself around so that I was standing near her neck, Amoura stepped close to me indicating she wanted me to touch her rather than holding my hands at a distance as I frequently do. After a few minutes she curled her neck away from me so that it was beautifully curved and felt wonderful to my hands. This brought back memories of a prior time that I had done energy work around her neck and shoulder.

Amoura had come to me that day showing some lameness. I experimented with the side that seemed to have the problem. As I reached my hands out toward her, I felt lots of buzzing and even heat in her neck. She softly bonked me with her head like Apolinaire does when affirming me and saying “good job”, and then licked and chewed with satisfaction. I did some energetic work and then she walked 10 feet away and stood and looked back at me. I sensed she wanted me to stay at that distance. I used my hands for awhile from afar, but the motivation to continue subsided which I’ve learned to trust. I sensed I should stand in her presence and she in mine at the distance she had determined for whatever her reason.

I felt a sadness come over me and absentmindedly assumed it was mine. It must have been her impatience that jolted me back to the understanding that it was her sadness that she was sharing with me. She had come to the ranch with her buddy, Dollar. They had been best friends, just the two of them at another ranch. Once here, he had abandoned her for new friends and had become almost intolerant of her. It made me sad. I knew it was hers. When I finally got it, she affectionately bonked me.

Tonight as I stood stroking her neck and remembering, she repositioned herself so I would use my hands from a distance. She yawned and yawned indicating a significant release, another healing. I was grateful, and so was she.

Introducing the Herd: Kaheka

How He Came to Me

A horse trainer who rescues horses called me to let me know she had a horse to pass on to me if I were interested. I headed off to Oregon to the area where I had grown up to meet this four-legged guy that seemed to be calling me, to see if we connected. Interestingly, when I met him I felt nothing one way or another. However, I couldn’t deny that it seemed an interesting opportunity to provide a companion for Apolinaire especially since I had a vacancy in my pasture.

I spent the evening pondering the decision clutching for indicators. While conversing with the trainer that night on the telephone, I got my first ray of light. His name was Kaheka Boy and she told me what “kaheka” meant. It is Hawaiin for tide pool. His name was Tide Pool Boy. That was it! Tide pools speak of camouflage, and mystery to be discovered. And until that point camouflage had kept the decision from being clear. Now with a sense of confidence I said yes to Kaheka’s coming to live with us. Arrangements were made for his delivery, a seven hour trip. As I drove back home to California alone, droning away hours on the freeway, I started singing a song I use to play in church…a beautiful song. I loved the piano arrangement and could hear it as I sang the song over and over.

On down the road, I stopped at a gas station. As I walked out of the restroom, I was brought to a halt by what I saw directly in front of me. There hanging on a rack was a pink T-shirt facing me with a picture of a herd of horses. This is not the end of the story. To my amazement, on that T-shirt below the picture of the horses was a quote from the very song I had been singing about 45 minutes earlier. My eyes grew big as I tried to grasp what was happening, a spiritual epiphany in the most unlikely of places. A gas station. A strange coming together of events… a T-shirt strategically placed, with a herd of horses which is my passion, words from a religious song and the very one I had been singing. Tidepool Boy was carving a place in my heart in a most dramatic way…a mystery unfolding.

Though the color was wrong and the size too small, I had to have that T-shirt! If there had been any particle of doubt lingering (which there was), there was no chance now of its survival. It was my heart that began to sing this time with a deep knowing that a very magical horse was coming to live with me.

Physical Features

Kaheka is a well proportioned chestnut thoroughbred who had been raced, jumped, and trained in dressage…and is a beautiful mover. When the herd races across the pasture, Kaheka is in his best form as he overtakes the rest of the herd with long legs reaching for the finish line first.

Spiritual Attributes

Kaheka has stayed true to his name, “tide pool boy”. He is a healer, and unveilor of mysteries that have been camouflaged. He has been the catalyst for transformative dreams revealing hidden gifts for those who have connected with him. He is also the social chairman making sure the herd is together, and though low in the pecking order with the herd of 6, knows how to find the best tasting food and sometimes is the bravest. He is also highly sensitive reflecting immediately the emotions of humans that have come into his space.

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