How can Terri help?
• Solve pet behavior challenges
• Good starts with new puppies
• Learn to communicate with pets
• Long-distance communication
• Learn symptoms and health issues
• Reiki healing for you and your pets
• Dignified farewells for passing pets
• Connect with deceased pets
• Pet emergency preparedness
• Post-trauma work with rescued pets
• Search-and-rescue training
• Public speaking
• Books to help pet owners
Email Terri Steuben or call 714-875-7194.
My stories here are all true—and some contain messages from the animal world that we humans need to know. There is something special about each story, whether it happened in my neighborhood, with a client or during one of my disaster-response deployments. I hope you find them heartwarming and enriching.
When I was six years old, I stole a horse. He was a beautiful, solid black, velvety stallion that, until then, no one could ride.
From my house, I would watch the neighbors down the hill trying to train this enchanting horse by slapping, beating and whipping him. One day, while I was playing with their son Mark, he told me that if I could ride the stallion, I could take him home. I could see the dare in his eyes as he looked at me with a glare that said, “You know girls can’t do that.”
I went through the gate and walked slowly up to Blackie as he was munching on grass. I heard him say, “Hello.” So I said, “Hello, Blackie. Would you like to come live with me up on the hill? I’ll be nice to you.” I began seeing pictures in my mind, like a movie playing. He wanted to go; I could feel it in my heart. He was sad because these people didn’t understand horses, and he couldn’t understand why they kept beating him.
All of a sudden, Blackie raised his huge head (that scared me, but I didn’t move, remembering Mark’s dare), and he started nodding it up and down. It was as if he was saying, “Yes! Let’s do it!” I could feel the excitement of energy inside of me almost explode toward Blackie and I knew he felt the same. Next, in my mind, I asked him, “How do I get up on top of you so I can ride you home?” Blackie’s head began to swing toward the fence and he showed me a picture in my mind of me climbing up on the fence to get on his back.
I walked over between Blackie and the fence. As I put my foot up on the rail, he turned his head toward me and mentally showed me a picture of me holding onto his mane. As he lifted his head, I found myself on the top of the fence. The next picture Blackie showed me was to keep holding his mane while I sat on top of him. Blackie began to shift closer to the fence, but he had a huge back and I was nervous. He said, “It’s okay, you will be safe.”
I straddled Blackie and there we were…I was sitting on his back just the way he told me to. But I think the next picture was mine: I visualized to Blackie what looked like a “snapshot” of us near the gate, and he began to walk toward it. He stopped just so the gate could be opened in front of us. “Mark,” I shouted, “You said I could have him if I could ride him. Open the gate.” The feelings that went through me as Blackie passed through that gate were pure and true freedom, happiness and joy! I had a new friend!
Off we went to my house. Blackie and I walked 50 feet to the road and 100 yards up the hill. I remember he stopped to look at all the trees. I felt that he liked the shade, and that he had none at the neighbor’s house. I got the picture that when he was hot, he would stand and look up the hill at these trees, and I got the feeling it soothed him somehow.
When we finally arrived at my house, boy was my mom surprised! I got swatted and punished for taking a horse that wasn’t mine, which I couldn’t understand because Mark “gave” him to me. Blackie did return to the neighbors’ house. But not long thereafter, my beautiful stallion went to live with new people who could take good care of him. My last memory was hearing Blackie cheering “Hooray” as he headed away in their trailer to his new home.
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