This is like when you are getting
older, and you welcome the thought of going 'home'.
When your parent’s
and friends have died, and the time you have left with
them, is not enough.
When you have things
unsaid, unfinished, un-fulfilled.
When ALL you have to
give, is not yet in the hearts and minds of
others.
When those you
have loved had to leave, -and you hear of their pain, their bad situations,
and they are now seeing the lack of understanding around them --as
understood before, when they were with you.
Hearing this --still wrings the last tears from your heart.
When my family of horses, are now with 'the others' who do not know them as I
do, there is a pain in your heart for what they will now learn about 'other'
humans.
When you see that your closest
ones, are now
only lambs at the mercy of those who have no
desire to love or know them as we did, and still
do, is like sending them to another world, another culture, blind --to what's
ahead for them.
When you can 'feel their’cry', their plea to again be as ONE, with
those who accepted them, for who they
really are --without expectations, only joy,
sharing and friendship --you hear their cry in that wilderness.
When you know your loved ones, are now just pawns, in the
game of greed, pleasures, financial worthand gain, their use in the game of
sport and their performance ability. Without 'the others' realizing their anxiety, you die a
little each day for them!
ONLY THE CHOSEN
ONES --with that gift of compassion,
the spiritual
metamorphose, emotional perception, and that osmotic ability can FEEL --their energetic plea,
that still
HAVE -what they had --that made them whole.
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Some make do -yet know things are different.
They are confused, as they try to get along in their new
environment with
'unexpected' expectations of 'the others', some good and some harsh, and most
void of heart.
The ones that hurt the most, are
the ones that knew their family, from
birth, and lived most of their entire
lifetime, in that solid security, knowing
'where' they belonged, their home, with the FAMILY they grew up with,
worked and played with.
It was always
well, for the family who ALWAYS knew
love,
UNTIL LOVE wasn’t enough to keep them together.
The LOVE they too had to give became
'broken'.
The life I lived with our family of horses, far exceeds
MANY human exchanges.
IN fact, it makes life
without them un-desirable, and nearly unbearable.
ALL, I had and have to
give, ALL the long hours, and hard work, were not
enough, to keep our family of love ---together.
That labor of LOVE,
JUST WASN'T ENOUGH.
Fragmented -shattered -and about to become numb,
in the so-called HUMAN SOCIAL SYSTEM we live
in that is called normal --?
My family and
me --WE KNOW BETTER, because we knew!
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It is my hearts desire
& dream to re-unite with this family, if not in this
lifetime, IT WILL BE in
the next!
I so know the PAIN --of
that man who wore sandals.
I have experienced a fragment of 'His' Sorrows.
HUMANISM---? It
leaves so much to be desired.
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---Where green pastures
flourish, and --WAITS for us ALL, Beside the 'Still
Waters' I WAIT
to lay down my head...
~~~<>~~~
JULY 2001, I finally 'heard' Lyncho's
call. He found me, and he
waits!
~~~<>~~~
RM Foreman
--still remembering August 20, 2000.
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Yes, my horses, and My Lord --are the only 'family'
that I know.
People
are passing, as friendships seem a convenience,
rarely, without expectation.
The horse, and My Lord have shown me what living and
life are all about, and frankly, it is much
greater than any person on earth ever
implied. Perhaps the Indian or other
'spiritualists' whom I have never met, would
have filled more of that void in my life, however,
I was without that privilege, as a silent NDE.
The 'Spiritual Connection' I have gained from
growing --to knowing my spirit and that of the horse, has carried me through every
DOOR. Because of my up-bringing
with the horses, I have faced EVERY door, with
Courage, and Faith!
Wisdom is the Sheath
for my SWORD.
Eternal
Love, hones it's edges. And Love, keeps
it at my side, never needing to place my hand on the
handle. I
know it's there, and, it is POWER-FULL!
And, I KNOW what My Lord has given me a little
of His
Strength.
Rose Foreman, with truth --in my soul.
Honkey Tonkin's
mother with the red halter, acknowleging her daughter -after two years apart.
They shared 'breath'.
A
s an NDE -- I have learned
that that 'WHITE LIGHT' --is the BREATH of God'
UNTIL
--we meet again --we wait.
NOTE: In late September 2006, Honky Tonkin
was given back to me! Obviously he had been ridden hard, and for too long. He
now has a sway-back at 12 years of age, and a scar on his knee. He is back
home!
FOR NIKKI: THIS
page is very deep for me, and not everyone will understand it –or appreciate it.
My hope is –that YOU will ‘get-it’, and that you NEVER LOOSE what you too --were
given.
You too have been thrown into that ‘other world’, like a jungle.
My life, and what I have been ‘given’ –is how I have helped ‘the others’,
so they can at least –get a taste of ‘The Divine Within’. Never forget! We still have much to talk
about. When --is your choice.. As always --with love. Rose
'Rose at the Barn'Foreman,
Founder of:
'Soft Touch
Quantum Horsemanship--The
Mind-Body Connection --Horse and Human'
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