True Stories - No Coincidences
The story of Zapporo
Above is a picture of my “now departed” Arab stallion Zapporo. Zapporo was born in 1978 and my father bought him for me in 1980 as a stunning two year old. He was shown by me in hand but proved far too hot for me to handle – my inexperience with stallions was made obvious to me. After many dangerous incidents in which his mischievous intent created problems for both of us the advice from those who did not know me in the local horse community were “the only good thing for him is a bullet”. However my animals are as dear to me as my family, and indeed are a part of my family, and even selling him was not an option as noone wanted such a difficult animal (this was long before the days of the likes of Monty Roberts and Michael Peace).
Life was difficult – my husband left me with two small children to bring up – so I allowed a local jockey friend to ride Zaps. After the jockey tried to dominate Zaps' spirit he was unceremoniously dumped on the ground, whereupon he waved his whip at the stallion, who promptly chased him round and around a tree! The result was the jockey ended up in hospital overnight and yet more pressure was put upon me to dispose of my beloved horse.
Against all odds I managed to keep Zaps and we built a beautiful relationship – although after the incident with the jockey he decided he would have no man handling him. As we built our relationship he taught me so much about horses, especially stallions, about the unconditional love that they give, about their memory and their ability to hold that memory and react intelligently and with forethought and planning. Every day through the struggle that became my life in single parenthood one thing sustained my existence more than anything else. My horse would never find another home with anyone - he was my focus for living, for getting up in the morning.
Then in January 2002 after a short and serious illness, I died twice and lay in hospital in a coma. I was diagnosed with viral inflated cardiomyopathy and the prognosis was extremely grim. I obviously could not look after Zaps and my son had to do all the work with him and when I eventually recuperated he was and had been fine without me – so I learned from this experience that he was ok without me. I also realised that he supported me just as much as I supported him. Every visit from a dentist or a vet was a nightmare; I worried about it for weeks in advance and now something was beginning to worry me even more. Zaps was beginning to degenerate in his physical body and also his mind. He began attacking doors that were left open – by pushing the door and when it sprang back at him treating like an attack from another stallion and making strange squealing noises.
I had been working with healing and Angels and Masters for many years and I called upon their help many times to help me with my horse. The responsibility of his quality of life bore heavily upon me and every time I went out to feed him in the mornings as I had done for twenty-six years I posed the question to my Angels “is the time right – does he want to go?” Always the answer was the same NO.
My son told me off for keeping such a dangerous animal well past his sell by date and I was completely on my own with it. The photograph above was taken a year before he was put to sleep. I thought he had finally come to the stage where he was ready to go. Something very strange had happened to him. For no apparent reason one morning when I went out to see him he was laying down and upon my entering the stable and sitting on the floor he just laid his head in my hands. We sat for over an hour with me cradling his head in complete communion with one another. Again I asked the question “are you ready to go”. Again came the heart rending reply “no mum”. For five days – during which time he took no sustenance - merely a few sips of water - he lingered between standing up and laying down. I administered only a balancing energy praying for the day I would get the answer “yes mum its my time I am ready to go”. My son came home from his work in London on about the third day and we made plans to have Zaps released from his body. For those two nights every time I went to bed the question from my son was “mum do you want me to organise it”. The reply was "no it does not feel right yet." I know my son Iain thought it was my own feelings that were getting in the way of making a sensible decision. However every time I looked at the old horse I could see he was in no pain completely at peace. Eventually I decided it could go on no longer and I said to Iain on that fifth night “ok we will ring the man in the morning to come and put him to sleep”. That morning we both woke at five o’clock. “Come on mum said Iain we will go out together and say goodbye – I will take my camera and get a picture of you both”. That is the picture at the top of this page – I was saying goodbye to him.
We had breakfast and indeed as always had left Zaps his breakfast. Just before Iain phoned to make the final arrangements I went out to see the old boy one last time. To my astonishment he had walked out of the stable and into the paddock, he had eaten his feed and had a large drink of water and although he looked somewhat the worse for wear greeted me with a whinny. Everybody was shocked at this recovery, he had eaten nothing for five days and had drunk very little and although there were no signs of colic he had not passed a stool. As he greeted me he passed a very ordinary looking stool. I ran indoors and told Iain to cancel the knacker man and I was going to give the old boy some healing to stay - not just the balancing, releasing energy as I had been doing. Within five days he was back to his old self, although I noticed a difference about his energy. He began to whinny – just like the Unicorns do in those films and paw the ground for no apparent reason. The thought came into my head “he is in training to be a Unicorn”.
I had Zaps for another year and we thrived together enjoying our time and although no-one else dare venture into the stable with this horse who was constantly whinnying and pawing the ground I felt completely safe and saw no danger and indeed there was none. We had a shared mutual near-death experience – the only problem was I was the only one who he accepted in his space, which meant I never got a real break or my son would have to remain home taking time off work and handle him from a distance.
Eventually through a mutual friend I met Diana Cooper. During a visit to me I took her out to see Zapporo as he was once again displaying that old familiar restlessness I had witnessed when he had last been “ill”. I explained to Diana that I did not want to keep him here if he is unhappy or uncomfortable but every time I “look” at him and ask “is today the day to have him put down” the answer is always NO. Diana stood for a while and then said what I remember as "if he goes now he will not go to the right place. It required you to do something to ensure that he goes to the right place and then you will find he will be ready and the answer will be YES." I knew immediately what to do I asked my Angels to help me sort out Zaps safe departure and arrival at his chosen destination, then I went “out” to work on it at night during sleep. Next morning I went out to feed him as usual and I asked the familiar question is he ready. To my astonishment the answer was YES. Now it so happened BY COINCIDENCE that my son had taken a few days off work. I went indoors and told a very bemused and surprised Iain “ok he is ready, although he has asked me to get the vet not the knacker man”. Within two hours my beautiful boy had gone, I shed no tears and was quite surprised expecting the emotion to overcome me later.
Diana had told me that the planet where horses go was a planet called Lakuma. The next day I “looked” to see where my stallion had gone and I was told that he had not gone to a planet called Lakuma indeed he had ascended and gone to planet called Zakulem. I took this information with my usual philosophical “pinch of salt” attitude. However to my astonishment my friends, students and indeed clients who came to me for healing all reported having had dreams of being in a place filled with horses.
Then since I was still having difficulty believing the concept, I had a couple of clients that were not what I would call “spiritual” (in that they were coming to me for healing but were completely new to the concept of there being such a thing as “healing energy”) mention that during the healing they had seen a white Unicorn. These clients mentioned it to me as though it was a normal every day occurrence and neither of them or my students knew of my feelings about where Zaps had gone or what Diana and I had discussed.
I could see Zaps and I could see that he was white and when I told Diana she said “that means he has ascended”. He began to make an emphasis on his forehead and indeed I saw the horn that we today associate with the so-called mythical world of the Unicorn.
Zaps often returns to accompany me and help me with my animal healing or to integrate a new animal or horse. Indeed he and I are working with creating a holistic system of riding. You see I know that animals know what we think as we think it. I know that they can communicate intelligently. Indeed Zaps has often helped me with my spiritual education and if ever I feel stuck I ask him to help and he is there just as he was when he was in the stable outside. He had thanked me for sticking with him and my intuition when all was pitted against it – that was my test of my belief in myself and my Angels and, wow, how glad I am that I trusted always being careful to ensure the correct veterinary supervision and that no pain or suffering was being caused on the part of the animal. It is a difficult decision to make for a beloved friend and when the time comes it is helpful to know what I have learned – that death is merely a transition and not the end. The animal is far more transposed to the journey than we humans are. The animal’s sixth sense is permanently switched on and not dormant as in most humans. Also the animal can hold an intelligent conversation in thought picking up our thoughts and replying in thought. So I ask you the reader of this little tale a question. “Who is the dumb animal in the species that populate the earth?”
I hope you have enjoyed the true story of me and my friend. I have many more that will be appearing on these pages as and when I have time to write them up. In the meantime you might like to buy my book “Darkness is Only Light Not Switched On, Walking with Angels" and read the background to this story. I am working in finishing book two by adding some true CCDH stories and hope to be able to publish soon. It will be called Switching on the Light with CCDH and is the “how to” initiate safely and re-launch and use your sixth sense. Remember “sixth sense – no sense – nonsense".
Namaste
Jeanne Ames
Special thanks to my friend Diana Cooper for help in this matter.
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