Kinesiology: From Twister to Equinox!
It was mostly curiosity that led me to sign up for the clinic on equine kinesiology. Muscle testing sounded dubious at best, but I wanted to know more. Sure, the list of problems that could be addressed caught my attention, but I, the nay-sayer, didn't really have a problem with any of my horses that some extra practice or training couldn't fix. And how could one possibly get into a horse's head and thoughts, let alone into his emotions and subconscious, and what could possibly affect him emotionally? Do horses even have emotions as we know them? And even if we could get into his head, how could that change anything? I had a lot of questions about this alternative therapy!
I opened my mind and my ears, and listened intently to every word at that clinic. I observed the process of muscle testing and "reading" the horse with the use of a chart that they called a barometer. I listened and wondered as one person called out numbers and the other tested, shaking or nodding her head in response to each question. I watched as they traced a meridian or two, and placed drops of flower essences on different parts of the horse's body. The owner was very much involved throughout the process, and the horse, though he stood very still, was awake and attentive.
One of the horse's issues was that he didn't want to get into the trailer. He needed something in the trailer with him so he could feel safe and load readily. The "something" turned out to be a feed bag, the kind a horse wears on his head containing his grain. The horse "said" he did not need to wear it, but it just needed to be in there. Of course, one was not available at the clinic, so as I drove away, I was not surprised to see the owner coaxing and cajoling to load her reluctant horse.
I was not convinced that anything I had seen was going to make any difference for the horse, or for me and my horses. For one thing, I didn't understand it. For another thing, the problems being addressed (except for the trailer problem) were not the type for which one could have a clear-cut, visible result. And not knowing the owner of the horse, I would probably never know what the outcome of the session would be for that horse and owner, so how would I know if it worked?
Imagine my surprise when I heard (through a friend at work who happened to know the owner) that the purchase of a cheap feedbag solved the trailer problem. The horse loaded readily every time as long as the silly feedbag was inside. I grinned and shook my head. Training, for sure, would have achieved the same results in due time. I also wondered, "What if anyone else ever became the owner of that horse? Would they go along with that feedbag game?" But it got me thinking. The process of getting to the bottom of that horse's "issue" worked somehow. Using muscle testing actually got answers. There was definitely communication.
My own experience with kinesiology and the muscle testing process came several months later. After two months of observing our newly acquired colt, a sweet, docile six month old Chincoteague pony, I couldn't help but wonder about his drooping tail. In comparison to our seven-month-old filly, he practically tucked his tail between his legs. There was no joy or jubilation like there was with our filly He had latched onto the filly and her mother, and the two youngsters became great friends. They played and raced, but the tail on the colt appeared heavy and it always drooped.
Knowing that he had been separated from his mother at four months of age, and remembering how he shrieked and reared in our trailer on the way out of the loading yard at Chincoteague, I wondered just what was going on in his head, emotionally. He certainly had been through a traumatic experience. Could that have anything to do with his droopy tail? Could we possibly find out? Could something be done to help him? I phoned the kinesiology people. I had to know.
The two ladies performed the muscle testing process efficiently as our colt stood quietly. It was a very interesting session! (Keep an open mind.)
The colt's issues and the means of resolving them:
1. "I am feeling guilty for leaving Mom." A deep sense of loss and fear of loss is constant. (I pictured him at the pony roundup being separated from his mother. Did he not listen to her warning nicker and stay close enough? Ok, I think we're really getting into his head now!) It's an uphill battle for him to be happy because when he begins to feel happy, the darkness (loss of mother and home) engulfs him.
To resolve the issue: Rose and Rock essences, and me telling him it IS okay to play.
2. "I don't deserve happiness." This was a result of a passing thought or comment by a critical, judgmental, bureaucratic, male authority figure who helped catch and 'sort' him at the pony roundup. Being a bay, the colt's lack of flashy color put him in a 'less valuable' category. A harmless, routine act on the human's part apparently affected the colt deeply.
To resolve the issue: The essence (some Australian essence) was applied to his right hind coronet band, and he needed me, his owner, to tell him that he does deserve to be happy. Easily done, yet it brought tears to my eyes as I hugged him and told him that.
3. "I had no choice." He could do nothing about his separation from his home on the island; he had to walk (and swim) away on his own four feet.
To resolve the issue: The essence of Comfrey was applied for soul damage from the forced separation.
4. The question was posed, "Has this session been completed?" Response was negative. Issue: "I am not yet with oneness, I have anxiety and nervousness." He was unusually touchy on his legs, face and neck during the session.
To resolve the issue: After 'clearing' the Heart and Stomach meridians and the Governing Vessel, he stood very still when touched. The essence Sage was applied; he had eaten sage on the island. Burning Moxa was wafted in the air near his head; he actively sniffed in the sparse smoke.
5. "What else?" Digestion was affected from the change in vegetation and the stress of being tied to eat.
To resolve the issue: Natrum Mur homeopathic remedy, twice a day for 2 days, to balance the body's salt and fluids (of course - he ate salt marsh grasses on the island!) Allow to eat untied for one month, then tying will be ok. (He never left his place the whole month!)
6. A name? The ladies said even a name can be tested, for suitability. My inquisitive husband asked if we could find him a suitable name. (We called him Twister because of an interesting tornado-like sworl on his neck, but that name was already taken in the Chincoteague Pony Registry.) When 'asking permission' to name him, we got a negative response from the colt. Why? Because he was already named. By whom? Someone present - not a person - one of the horses. Which one? The filly! What did she name him?
We'd have to ask her. (!!!!!!)
7. Testing on the filly said we could get the name in seconds. We weren't that sharp, though. She willingly revealed many "clues", however, as we tried. We made many guesses and asked more questions. My husband even received a few essences. (We should have gone through the alphabet - it might have been quicker!) The word, his name, had something to do with the cosmos, celestial, from Greek origin, had to do with daytime and nighttime, seasons, creation, the sound of footfall (hooves), something that you can't see, something magical to everyone, etc. (Gee, could you narrow it down just a little more?)
The name Equinox was derived from the majority of the clues and 'nox' may have been 'knocks', the sound of horses' hooves (!), we surmised with laughter. The filly's name for him seemed to fit, and we liked it. The registry accepted it, too. It was a nice name, it was fun coming up with it, and we laughed about it all. But it didn't really have an impact on me until, when filling out the papers and approximating his date of birth, I counted back to the week he would have been born. Do you know that during that week the Vernal Equinox occurred??
The very next day, Equinox and his filly friend who named him ran and played to excess. I thought about the previous evening and how the session of muscle testing seemed to be so real yet so illogical. It was not going to be an easy thing to explain to people. Who would believe that one could access such personal information from a horse? How important can emotions be to animals? How could a name influence their happiness? How could this be? Would I ever understand it?
As I asked myself these questions, I realized it didn't matter. I watched the little fellow romp and kick with a newfound joy and jubilation. I regretted that I didn't take any 'before and after' videos, because the difference was quite obvious. The filly's tail stuck up like a deer as she bucked, and right behind her, Equinox did the same! It was a new sight, viewing the underside of his little tail. No longer drooping, his happy tail was now lightweight and proud.