Horse Contact

As some of You may already know from my FB group :

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…. and other of my postings, that I treat all contacts the same. It makes no difference to me whether they are an off-world being or one on Earth, and I think and feel this is quite healthy from a spiritual growth stand-point. It is said from Sativa and other beings as well, “if one can’t get along with and have respect for fellow beings on Earth (all beings included) than one can’t expect to get along with intergalactic beings as well. No matter what shape, color or creed, if You can’t get along and respect any-body but those like yourself and those that believe like You, even if they have a fur-face, then stop wondering why our ET friends and relatives haven’t introduced themselves to You! ….well duh

There’s always been a camera around my neck or close by or I just don’t feel whole and ready for the day or ready for the night. It even hangs from my neck or shoulder when I partake of my walks. I certainly make sure that I have it in Jenny (my Jeep) or in hand or close by when I leave Jenny, when I go to my ‘Amish connection’ to pick up my organic (real organic that is) raw eggs, milk, and yogart. I don’t want to miss anything. I hate that feeling of being somewhere and seeing something that would be wonderful in a photograph and all I got is my dick in my hand, so to speak ;)

But there is a problem with my camera addiction in capturing the visual ‘wow’s’ I happen to come across. Some beings don’t cotton or understand this ‘contraption’ dangeling around my neck or in hand. Funny, I have had better and more lenthly contact’s of the ET kind when my camera wasn’t present. The same has happened with this recent horse contact at my so called Amish connection.

Entering the drivway of their farm, there’s no farm, by the way, so well kept as an Amish farm, there to the left were two horses that lifted their heads at Jenny and I. The one was in the process of rolling and either they reconized me from my very numerous visits here or not they continued what they were doing. I aparently was not a threat to them and/or no big deal. I stopped to enjoy the show. With further respect I turned off the engine not to disturb them. Their world at their farm was mostly devoid of the combustion engine and I try to not interfear as much as I can. The same respects goes with my camera and taking pictures, “please don’t take our pictures.” they have told me. “The animals and everything else is fine but not us.” Well, not all the animals are fine with it.

I was captivated by their little show that afternoon. The one, seemed like the older one, continued to roll after I turned off Jenny. The other one watched his friend, could well be related, and eventually, after the other one stopped, stood up and shook, partook of this rolling idea they had today. I felt honard to be present, but that feeling doubled as the minutes went on. During any type of contact I start to get emotional, you might have heard from other of my posts, and this turned out to be a doosie of a contact for me.

They must have done this and took turns rolling maybe about six or seven times, I wasn’t counting. One of their eye, I had noticed, was always on me in the car as they would take turns rolling. But then, you know how it is, just when ya think there’s nothing new going to happen and you get comfortable and all, change takes place. I haven’t seen anything yet, and didn’t know what was to happen. The one, the older one, stopped and missed his turn to roll, get up and shake. The other one, ready to roll again, seemed curous and just laid there watching what he was doing now. Maybe he thought there was another game the older one had in mind. The older one, still both his eyes on me, looses all interest in their rolling gig and was now walking toward me and Jenny. It wasn’t a slow causous walk by any means. Nor was it a brisk walk to me like I was holding food for him. He came to the fence, right up to the fence till he couldn’t go any further. My mouth parted and I started breathing slow out of it.

Still he was eyeball to eyeball with me when his chest was against the fence, kind of errie in a way. He didn’t look anywhere else either, not even when the other one got up and shook the dirt off. Not even when they walked over and stood next to him and shared the look at me. I was feeling very warm now, mouth wider open, even looked behind me and Jenny thinking one of the Amish family was coming up to us from that way. Nope, not a soul. There wasn’t anybody else around; just Jenny, myself and them. Had to get a picture of this, or what was to happen next. I had no idea. Sorry I did, but I grabbed my camera, waiting on the passenger seat, as it usually is, and opened the door. They stayed there, well, they stayed there until they saw my camera, that is. At the sight of it they started to jerk their heads up in the air and down and got very uncomfortable. They added a few of their snoot sounds with their changed attitude. They were mightely upset. The camera was my friend but it sure as hell wasn’t theirs. Didn’t take me long to get the message they were convaying to me. Didn’t have to get intouch with the friendly neighborhood ‘horse whisperer’ for that info. I didn’t want to ruin the good thing we had started here, a good contact, so I turned back around and let my trusty camera on the seat.

It was like night and day, back to normal, even when my car door slamed they hardly flinched; as long as they didn’t see either of my hands holding that ‘thing.’ The younger one was a little skititsh when I started to walk over to them but not the older one. He waited motionless for me. Somehow I just knew they were going to flee pretty soon, atleast with my past experience. Horses never let me get that close to them. But then I’ve always had a camera in hand, and it seems to be making quite a difference here. There was a little hesitcy from him when my hand went for his snoot, but once we connected, oh once we connected, my goodness. We were like we went way back, the best of friends. Even with both hands on him he couldn’t have been more happy, it seemed. He even stretched his head over the fence and nudged my chest when I slowed down. Even played with my jacket zipper with his lips. My hands were all over his head, even touching the other one. I couldn’t handel it. I was loosing sight of them from the tears that were filling my eyes and falling down my face. I’m crying like a baby. My God, this is like my ET contacts in the back yard – I thought.

Talk about dificulty; I had a hard time leaving them and going further into the farm to make my purchaces. Damn. couldn’t even think of what I was there for, for a moment. Oh yea, one milk and two dozen eggs. I really wanted to stop on the way out and resume our contact, but I didn’t want to make a ‘scene’ of it. Roy, the owner, came out of the one barn next to the fenced area we were when we were having our ‘contact moment’ and I half expected him to come over and pet them as well. But then there’s the other half of me that knows better. If he wasn’t Amish he probably would have. He didn’t give me such a pleasing and welcome look when he went by and noticed us. I remember one time several years ago when I first met them I asked a horse’s name. He looked at me as if I was crazy.

What a beautiful day. A beautiful contact.

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