Relational Energy Healing

Arabian Whispers

Posted on 22. Jan, 2009 by Dean Ramsden in Travel Blog

We had emerged from the wooded path onto the shoreline, two experienced horse riders and a third – myself – as the only one hanging on for dear life. After a week of horse riding lessons in Bali I was eager to try out my hard-won equestrian talents but it was proving to be a steep learning curve. Now, back home in Sabah, we had booked a beach ride at the Kindawan Horse Riding Center. It was early in the morning, the coolest time to ride in Borneo.

I’ve developing teleclasses and recorded lessons teaching how to work with the Astral world, and to gain additional psychic development. Riding a horse is one of the best ways I know to experience close contact with another sentient life form. Learning to relate to non-humans, either living or in spirit form, is a vital study for all energy healers. But you just can’t learn this stuff from books.

We trotted onto the beach, my equine transportation device clearly excited to have the open space in front of him. “Your horse is fast”, grinned my Malaysian riding guide, “He is half-Arabian, named after the Malaysian Sultan’s ritual blade.”

Oh, Great, I thought. My wife, the real rider, gets Tonto’s horse; I end up with The Lone Ranger’s Silver.

Ten minutes of trotting practice later I reigned in my Arabian friend, the sweat dripping off down my brow, partially obscuring my view of the beautiful beach front ahead of us. The whisper in my head, rising slowly in volume the longer I spent riding him, quietly said, “It’s OK, I won’t let you fall. Don’t try so hard to hold on…match my rhythm, instead.” The Arabian waited, patiently, while I gathered myself for the coming adventure. Time to trust, and time to pray. I gave a sharp kick to his side.

We didn’t start with a trot: we went right into a canter, and then almost a full gallop. The ground raced past as my body ached with muscles still learning, and some part of me wondered how sand would feel when I hit it at this speed. But the Arabian, thrilled to be finally racing like Arabians are supposed to race, radiated delight. A delight in being fully alive, powerful and strong, charging across the deserted sand. It was infectious. I forgot about falling off… and we blended together, riding together, as one.

You just can’t learn this stuff in books.

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