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Ihis is part one of a. three-part series about
my horse, Magic, a black and white Paint
(seen on the caver of this issue with me).
Oqr connection
Gqru Nanak. founder of the Sikh reli- .
gion, said, "Even if a thqusand suns and
moons rose, they would be unable to re-
I move the c4rrkness of ignorance within
heart. This can only be removed
through the grace of the Guru."
Ma
Magic is. my guru'. This magnificent
1,OOO-pound being led me from fear to
authentic power. A guru moves a rela-
tionship not only to power but also to- '
ward balance, connection and harmony.
Oui' guru, or teacher, comes at the right

time in our lives. Transformation is what connection will be intense and transfor-
they help us find. mational. I kept repeating that phraSe to
Animal .' communication, connected myself, but it didn't make sense.
. riding and a strong l;1eart commitment be-
tween Magic and guided me through The day we met
fits of frustration and deep life-transform- . On a cool summer day, ju.st weeks after
ing lessons. We both ascended to a place my angel message, I arrived at 3: northern
of deep respect and trust, which trans- Wisconsin horse farm. Donna (not her
. real name) had hired me to come out and
formed 01ll' mutual . pain and fear into talk to her Palomino Paint. As Donna and
. healing and. triumph. Allow our story to
bring insight, healing and transformation I walked down the hill, I saw her horse
into the relationship between you and standing near the fami's classic red barn.
I came withiri a few steps of him when,
your horse. suddenly, an adorable black and white
Angel guidance helped me find magic baby horse peeked out from behind this
1t was the summer of2ooo. I sat qui- Palomino's shoUlder. Within seconds of
etly and relaxed while a sunbeam moved seeing this baby' s doe-like eyes, it felt as
across my face. I silently prayed for help if I had been stuck by lightning! It's him!
in finding my next horse. oments ,after It must be.
my request, a beautiful and kind face ap- This baby slowly came forward and
peared in mY 'mind's eye. Immediately, ' as he did, my heart sank. I understood
I recognized this angel from my child" the statement my angel had foretold: You
hood. I asked her, 'Will you help find will have t;ln intense connection with.this
my, next horse? Am I even supposed to horse. My eyes moved down from his
find one now?" adorable face to his legs .. Swollen, bloody
She said, Yes, andyourconnectionwill _ flesh made up the front of this little boy's
be intense and transformational. You will . body. Could this be tme? Was' this horse
help each' other., He will be a black and just like me? .
white Paint, a c;olt, and three months old. I stood therein shock as though frozen
You will find him in the next few weeks in the dirt paddock. His skinny, pink legs
through your work. . . looked like mine had 10 years earlier:
Smiling, I opened my eyc;s. I was Startled, I heard Donna say, '''That's
thankful for the clear, identifying 'physi- Baby."
'cal qualities the angel mentioned about In a little voice, the.colt said, '''That's
my new I still had nQ idea, though, not my real name. They didn't know if I
what she referred to,. when she said ypur would live."
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Then ])onila said, ''Tljat's not his real
name. It's actually 'No Name'. because
we never thought he would live."
. Shaking my head while staring at
Donna, I could see she had not heard
this baby hOrse say the same thing. Re-
membering that I had come to work.
I rubbed my forehead and took deep
breaths to focus on Donna's Palomino.
My. mind continued to swirl between ex-
citement at finding my new herse and the
horror of his cQndition. Seeing his burned
. legs brought me back to all the unhealed
pain from my fiery ,car accident. Want-
ing to rim away crying and screaming,
fighting back my tears, I forced myself '
to settle down and complete a successful
conyersatipn with the Palomino.
Upon finishing our cQnversation,
Donna said, ''Let's talk to' Baby." 1\rrn-
ing her attention to the colt, she stated,
"I want to know if he has any ideas .for a
real n!jIIle." .
"OK, sure." Closing my eyes, I imag-
ined a cord of 'white light flowing from
my heart to bis.
In a quiet voice he said, '''That's nice .
That feels like sunshine." He went on to
say proudly, "My name is Cute as a But-
ton."
Repeating this to Donna, she replied,
"Amazing! His stallion's name is The
Cash Button."
The sUn was setting and I needed to
ieave. I thought to myself as I stood there
looking down at the grass, still tryfug
not to cry, How do I ask Donna if he"s
for sale? What if she says no? Should I
. tell her about the angel's message? Heat
swelled up inside my chest and nothing
came out of my mouth but 'good-bye.'
I gave the sweet colt one more look and
headed toward my car. .
My heart ached in pain as ' I walked
away from this precious baby boy. Open-
ing the car door and sitting inside, I
crumpled upon the steering wheel. Sobs
racked my body as I thought, "Will I ever
be able to have the horse that God sent
me?" , .
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