Helen's Prophecy...

Life has become a struggled existence, to a large extent at times I felt that I had lost the ability to carry out my life purpose of rehabilitating disabled people. It's as if I walk most days in a trans as I wait for the close of each day praying for relief to accompany the new dawn when I can wake up and what is, has been reviewed and its merit finally realised.

My calling was to rehabilitate disabled individuals so that they could take up a useful place in society

How was I shown my calling, I was given a child with learning difficulty and with my own experiences (I had a serious heart defect but through the physical fitness and exercise that I gained from my horse I was able to escape open heart surgery), coupled with a little prompting from a doctor who set me out on this path of discovery and then application. Yes my son has battled and has dropped out of school but there is nothing wrong with how he uses his hands, he will fix anything and so I know he won't starve.

I have spent 15 or so years building up a centre that I really thought would be mine but in the end that has been taken from me and I am now at a point where pain accompanies my every step.

My prophecy was that My Riding Centre would be taken away from me but then given back to me better than I could imagine

Peter came along and after nagging the local council with no real result, not to mention all the threatening from my mother, I literally gave my riding centre away because I thought Peter's overseas program, was going to be the one to give me that "Riding Centre that I had been promised", where I could at last fulfil my calling, only with time to realise that the 'Peter Program' seems to be a scam.

In the process of getting to where I am currently my horses and staff had to live at one point in what could only be called a disgraceful situation, I had the four old horses put down to relieve our financial burden. At times I felt like a traitor, I see my horses as my staff, my horses have given me the best part of their lives and have loyally served to make the lives of those they rehabilitate better and now I have to sacrifice the most loyal of them one at a time because I cant feed and care for them anymore. It just doesn�t seem fair or righteous.

The dream that developed out of my prophecy was

To have a centre where student instructors could come to learn how therapeutic riding should be practiced. I have written a large amount of training documentation but with all that is going on I just can't bring myself to work on this constructively, not to mention the fact that all I have based my work on is my instinct and it would make it so much better if I could add some 'International Experience' into the equation.

I only have black children that got up and discarded their wheel chairs, and I attribute this to the economical factor, whereby these childrens' parents did not have the financial backing to make use of other therapies or the ability to jump from one therapy modality to the other in their quest to gain the elusive miracle cure. Meaning that I want to be able to truly prove what Equine Facilitated Movement Therapy is capable of and not to just a select few.

I Prayer for the right people in my life so that I can find

The finances to create my dream centre and a museum to honour the Horse that gives of himself to us so graciously.

Peace and relief, that this heavy, tired and used struggling feeling that accompanies my every moment lately can be taken away, so that I can fulfil my calling before its too late.

"Show me your horse and I will tell you who you are." ~Old English Saying.