I have worked with energy therapies now for over twenty years, and looking back, I am always amazed and respectful to so many of my lessons have come from my four-legged friends. My husband and I live on a small ranch in northern Texas, and has an assortment of horses, dogs and cats to look after, and who looks after us in return. They (including my husband) has been my guinea pigs for any new therapy, I have learned, and has always taught me much more than any book or lecture ever. I would love to share some of my favorite stories.Although I had studied spirituality and energy healing for years, I had not been seriously applying it to my daughter's two year old filly, named Billie began to have problems. She had been transported from Georgia when Stephanie moved home, and there had been a traffic incident where the driver had to hit the brakes hard to avoid a collision. The horses in the trailer was thrown around a good bit. Over the next few months, started the lovely buckskin mare go more and more rigid, finally comes to a point where she wore on her head almost to the ground, no natural curve of her neck and with completely striaght front legs. Running was not possible, and bucking or play was ruled out. Two see her broke my heart.The veterinarian had no idea what was wrong, much less how to help her. She said we had two options - put her down, or accept that she would be anything other than a "pasture ornament". A few days later, I found an article on energy healing for animals and a list of practitioners. I called the closest one to me, and arranged the session. The therapist named Linda Lopez of Fort Worth. Linda was destined to become a very dear friend. She came on a windy cold January day. She was quiet and smiling, with a ready laugh. Billie was wearing a blanket that was too big for her, and standing around the pen trying to eat some hay. I watched as Linda go against her, then stop about ten yards away. She stood still with hands held loosely out to her sides, talking to Billie. She was not Billie, but somehow, twenty minutes later, Billie was running and bucking and playing, because she had not done in almost three months! Now, folks, I can cry at card tricks, like Jimmy Dean would say, so you can imagine I was crying and blowing my nose, and kick myself for not taking this energy thing more seriously. Believe me, I got serious.When I first learned to manipulate the energy flow in my hands, I had to try it on everything: plants, the food I prepared, myself, my children, the dog. I knew however, that would be a test case. Wakefield, my beautiful quarter horse stallion, was known to be a handful, and it is said with love only a mother knows. Dancing and pawing, definitely take a nip every chance he got. He was my baby, however. He was born on my lap, and had been convinced that he had two natural mothers from that day. Nobody wanted anything to do with him because he was so spoiled. Mind you, not that - just spoiled, and a spoiled horse is a dangerous horse. One day I had my precious pampered horse tied in the wash rack in preparation for his cold shower on a hot Texas summer day. He was in full brat mode. (Thankfully, he never kicked!) Tossing his handsome head and pawing, he was irritable and hungry and wanted to be cherished. "Why not?" I thought, and moving to his side just snap out of his reach and started some light energy to work on his neck and shoulders. He was definitely a moving target, and I had to work to keep my hands in position and keep my thoughts focused. It was a distraction of any kind outside, and I looked around to see what was going on, never moving my hands, when I looked back, Wakefield slept. Head down, eyes closed. Asleep. Wake then went to a trainer, who was very good with him and made him a joy to ride. I continued energy work to improve their attitude, and learned to receive and interpret messages from him - he had much to tell about how I had made him feel insecure and offended by destroying him. He and I are now side by side, no halter or rope, just spend pleasant moments in each others company. He is a lamb, and gives me kisses and resting his head on my shoulder. There is no longer any fear of nip or tantrums. We have both found peace and deep friendship.Far and gone, however, my most amazing teacher was Annie, the matriarch mare to our ranch and Wakefield mother. Her grace and elegance is nothing less than royal, and her intuition is amazing. A day in the sweltering heat of summer, I had been cleaning stalls and had amassed a huge headache. Finally giving in to it, I sat down in a chair in the barn, leaning my head against the wall, and closed my eyes. For a moment or two later, I felt a movement and looked to see Annie standing right in front of me. She took a step forward and gently as her soft muzzle on my forehead. NEITHER of us moved to what seemed a very long time. Suddenly, she passed away, and my headache was gone. I knew I was not the only energy therapist in our little ranch.Being strong clairsentient is a great blessing, but I still wished with all my heart that I could see the clairvoyant as well as I could feel. I desperately wanted to see angels. I wanted so much, I was sure I was in some way to keep that from happening. One day I decided to try to help Annie's allergies that kept her beautiful eyes that run during certain times of the year. I closed my eyes and quickly connected with her. Making angels and equine ancestors to help, I went through some pretty powerful healing techniques to her. She was standing about fifteen feet away, and when I opened my eyes, it was a plump winged angel standing next to her! Amazed, "I whispered," Are you real? "There was a small smile, then the angel faded away, leaving beautiful Annie looks at me with soft completely dry eyes. When I go about my day to treat animals and sometimes people, I am constantly reminded of the lessons my furry friends have given me. Some are surprised at my healing gifts, but I'm surprised and very grateful for my gentle teacher. I would not do what I do if it were not for them!