A
Lesson On Love
and
Holding the Immaculate Concept
by
Lorraine Michaels
February
7, 2004
"To
defeat, beloved ones, the powers that be which are visible, those
which are astral and alien, and those which hide behind many screens
and masks will surely take all of your loving, all of your oneness,
all of your work."1
Alpha
"The
Life of God is present in the mineral, vegetable, and animal kingdoms
and throughout the unseen world of Nature spirits–a kingdom teeming
with ‘elemental’ life, the happy chatter of elves and fairies,
gnomes at work (though not always whistling!), sylphs arranging clouds
and tumbling in the winds, undines splashing in the waves and salamanders
dancing in fiery rings of rainbow rays." Kuthumi
our beloved Saint Francis 3
I awoke from dreaming of Buck, and feeling a strong remembrance of love
for him. He was a horse I bought for my daughters, after we sold their
pony. He was an unknown age, somewhere about 25 years old. His back
sagged, and he limped at times with arthritis. I loved him like I had
never loved another horse. He never bit, kicked, fought or ran away.
He gave you a very pleasant ride, once I figured out which bit to put
in his mouth.
On the snaffle bit, the most
humane bit, he moved out quickly, always. And for months I fought with
him to try to get him to walk, which surprised me for an old horse.
But he would not. And then one day I happened
upon putting another kind of bit in his mouth and he became an instant
dream horse. His prior training must have taught him to move out unless
restrained and the curbed bit alleviated this problem.
The Difference in
Loving
Rontue came into my life
the next year. Rontue is an Indian name meaning "No more tears",
as the breeders had lost their first foal, when she came the following
year, they felt she was a blessing. But what I loved about Rontue was
not what I loved about Buck. The love that Buck invoked was that love
you feel for God. Rontue invoked another kind of love. That love that
pulls you to hold the immaculate concept for the prodigal son/daughter
who has gone astray, forgotten who he is, has let the fears and lies
of the world weigh him down and who sends out the negative energy towards
other parts of life. Buck did not invoke this. There was nothing but
peace and harmony in that horse. There are different kinds of love.
And so I awoke with this
memory of this horse that broke my heart. He had to be put down for
his age and his arthritis. It was then that the Great Divine Director
told me that I could have another like him again, as he witnessed my
pain. Just hold the vision in your heart and mind of what you want and
it will come. It was the following year I received the gift of Rontue.
She was not like Buck, but truly the best gift of teaching love I have
ever had.
I had longed for a horse from the time I knew what a horse was. Years
went by and I finally I had my opportunity when we moved to Glastonbury.
Although we owned ten acres, we never had the money to buy a horse until
after we sold our land in South Glastonbury and moved to a house in
North Glastonbury.
My First Horses
So I bought two horses and the following years I rode around Glastonbury,
whenever I got a chance and the weather was reasonable, and I became
a common sight on one of those horses. I owned two and felt that if
I took one out for exercise, I needed to do the same for the second
one. One of these horses was not fully broke, and she would run off
when others rode her. So I gave up inviting others and just rode them
myself. I somehow knew what to do to keep them from running off with
me, but it must have been more inherent and unconsciousness on my part,
because I couldn’t explain what I did. All I knew is I loved them
and did not fear these horses, although they were much larger and stronger
than I and commanded a certain level of respect and fear when around
them. There is a definitely more power in love than in fear.
And they especially responded to fear. They could either pick up your
fear and control you, or be adversely affected by your fear and become
more fearful themselves. And that is exemplified in the following tale.
A number of years ago, I
was going to look at a horse to buy from a man who broke older horses
or untrained them from bad habits. I somehow found myself on the back
side of the house and needed to go through the corral and gates, wherein
was one big horse. So I made sure the gate was closed and sauntered
through the pen and out the other gate to the house.
When I arrived at the back
door, the trainer asked how did I get to this door? I explained, "through
the corral, " pointing behind me. He was amazed. He explained to
me that they had this horse to break of the habit of deliberately charging
humans and didn't he try and charge me? Well, he hadn't. And why not?
Because I was too ignorant to know that he did this and he sensed that
I was not afraid of him and left me alone. You see, fear is very readable
by these magnificent animals. And I have far more love than fear for
them, and this one must have read my vibration and thus left me alone.
Horses can be quite diverse
in personalities and we have been told that three out of five horses
have elementals. Those with elementals tend to be more expressive to
humans, and those without more aloof, even to the point of showing deliberate
aggressiveness. It was amazing to see them outplay their personalities
on anyone who didn’t know them. They could read the human vibration
and play on it like an instrument.
Horses in general are very
fearful animals, living in herds for protection, and have a hierarchal
system in the herd with a lead mare that is the strongest and most alert
to keep the herd from dangerous situations. So there fear is for a reason.
But when living under the care and love of humans, they often let go
of this natural instinct.
When Kim and I were directed
by El Morya to move to Utah in ‘97, one of the first criteria
I set for our new living conditions was to have property large enough
to have a horse. I had sold the horses from Montana, as one was going
blind, and of course, we had no place to put them while we settled in.
We were renting for the first six months after our move. And one day
I got the impression that it was time to buy a home.
I called a realtor and he found me one horse property, we looked and
put an offer in and it was ours. I had bought the first pony (for our
children) before we even closed on the house and found a horse within
a few weeks after closing. For the next four years we had several different
horses and the girls outgrew the pony. My eldest daughter, then 16,
moved her horse to our property, from her father’s house 90 miles
south of us.
The Gentle
Arabian - Maggie
She was an Arabian, a gentle
mare. This horse grew up with humans as her parents, as her mother died
shortly after her birth. She was like family and loved people and would
seem to talk to you with her body language. The only problem was we
couldn’t ride together, but one person at a time.
I was driving down to my daughter’s home one day when I had a
visit by the Elohim Cyclopea. It was very short. He said we have a gift
for you and directed me to meditate and look with my inner eye. So I
shut my eyes (I wasn’t driving!) and meditated for a moment, and
I saw her. It was a beautiful black stallion (I thought). Then he said,
“Now go find her!” And then I knew it was a mare.
And so the days went by and I wondered what that was all about. This
was in the spring of 2002. But nothing happened for weeks. No one gave
me a gift of a horse, nor did I see any opportunities appear in my life.
Then one day it occurred to me that I should look in the want ads of
the local paper. I saw several horses for sale and one caught my eye:
“four-year-old, broke to ride, black appaloosa mare.”
A Gift Horse
- Rontue
So I called my daughter and asked her if she wanted to go look at a
horse with me and she enthusiastically said, “Let’s go!”
So we made an appointment and when I saw her, I felt she was the horse
I saw. We both tried riding her, and realized that this was a risky
purchase, as she was newly broke and had never been separated from her
sire and dame. And was this really a gift if I had to buy it? We just
had a yard sale at my daughter’s house a few weeks prior and we
sold quite a lot. I definitely had the angels helping and I was encouraged
by the Brotherhood to call for their help. So was this the gift money
for the horse? I pondered for a day these thoughts, then reasoned that
if I offered much lower than they were asking, and they accepted, that
would be my sign that this was the horse I saw in my inner vision and
was the gift.
Well, they accepted and we were on our way to horse training! My daughter
had worked on an Arabian horse farm helping exercise, train and care
for their horses. She worked with her own horse at that farm, and they
showed her how to break in a horse and train for horse shows.
Our first experience was the horse wouldn’t load in the horse
trailer. We tried to allay her fears, but nothing we did would get her
in it. In fact, she was pretty determined, as I had ever seen any horse,
not to cooperate one iota. She was afraid and she was ten times stronger
in that fear to fight us. I prayed and made calls and nothing worked.
So we left, with the promise from the owner they would deliver her in
a large shipping trailer that is not as fearsome to horses because of
the larger confines.
She was delivered in a few days and beloved Cyclopea confirmed that
I had my horse. I was reminded to hold the vision of what I wanted in
a good horse. And beloved Victory also came with his victory flame to
confirm I had the right horse and this was a victory. So the work began.
She was very fearful, far more than we realized. I rode her a few times
out alone and every new sound or movement and she would get out of control,
spooked, as they say in horse talk. I had never been afraid of riding
a horse before, but this horse frightened me. She was so powerful and
so unconcerned for the dangerous situations she put us both in. So we
rarely took her out alone again. She never ran off with us, or was hard
to handle as long as we took her out with my daughter's Arabian horse.
It seemed to allay her fears and our rides were always enjoyable.
Rontue - The Challenge
But that did not make me happy. I felt like this was an unacceptable
situation. I could not ride unless someone came with me! By then I had
started to ask questions of why I was given this horse! They say, don’t
look a gift horse in the mouth, and they mean, don’t look for
how old the horse is by surveying his age by his teeth. This horse had
very nice young teeth but I was looking, as she was not above giving
me a nip if I did something
she didn’t like!
I would go out and lunge
her as often as I could. Lunging is taking a long lead rope and getting
the horse to move circles around you at various paces. It teaches them
to obey and learn your commands. It also teaches them that you are the
lead mare in the herd, so to speak. When I would go and work with her,
or before riding, I was often asked to invoke the angels of love to
be with us.
One day, Kim was by the corral petting my daughter’s horse when
Rontue came over and bit him on the chest, right through his clothes
and left an impression of her teeth all the way through to his skin.
It was unprovoked and unacceptable. Needless to say, Kim was very displeased.
I was immediately sent out by the Brotherhood, on an assignment to talk
with her. I questioned Kim why she did it and he said it was unprovoked.
And so the Maha Chohan told me to go out and ask her! I had never talked
to a horse before, and I wondered how this would come about. So I approached
her and spoke gently with her for a minute and then put out the question
to her, why did she bite my husband? The thought immediately came back
into my head that she didn’t like him! She didn’t like humans,
period. It was at this point that I realized the lesson here. I had
been given a horse that not only was head-strong, fearful and powerful,
but she didn’t even like us, and she needed love, unconditional
love and the power of God vision to hold the immaculate concept for
her.
Loving Rontue - the
Antidote to Fear
One day the Covering Cherubim offered their help. They admonished me
to invoke them before I rode or worked with the horse. To ask them to
cover her with their love so that she would cease to be afraid and cooperate
with me. Cyclopea would remind me occasionally: “Hold the vision
of what you want.” And even the Elohim of love, Heros and Amora
would ask me to invoke them to manifest their love through me to send
out to the horse whenever I was with her.
I had received the impression from the beginning that love was the key,
as the input from the Brotherhood was to always love her, invoke the
angels of love, send love to her, hold the vision of what you want for
her. Love conquers fear, and so I tried to love her, even when she nipped
me. My first reaction was to hit her back across the nose if she nipped
me. But I soon realized that my first reaction was not love! I wanted
to get her back for hurting me. So I kept trying to prevent the nipping
by foreseeing it coming and not provoke that type of response, rather
than try to change my behavior.
I had a big lesson when the farrier came out to trim her hoofs. She
did not want any human touching her feet. She kicked and tried to bite
and she fought with her great strength. I gave her doses of Bach rescue
remedy before her first trimming, hoping her fears would be nullified
by the remedy. I am sure it helped, but it was still a struggle.
The amazing part was the
farrier. Here was an individual with a seeming strength equal to the
horse, no fear whatsoever of this huge animal and a presence of calm
and peace. He took that hoof and worked on it. When he got to the back
hoofs the dynamics changed. Horses kick with the back hoofs and she
knew exactly what she was going to do with that hoof. The amazing thing
was to witness him hold onto that hoof no matter how she wiggled to
free herself. And although he was calm, he still raised his voice in
command to tell her he was boss. And it worked; he got those hoofs trimmed.
Another farrier I had used years ago, used to talk and talk. I would
just listen mostly, as I held the reigns at the head of the horse. But
the soothing sound of the talking of the human can be very comforting
to calm the fears of a horse and he must have known this. It took me
many months following that visit to get her to let me lift up those
hoofs for cleaning. I knew that farrier’s commanding presence
was saying to her to not fear and trust in him. Also, that he respected
her and loved her, but he would not tolerate misbehavior.
And as the months went by
we worked out a semi-livable arrangement. I read books on horse training,
tried to emulate the farrier's ways and my daughters calm abilities
and trusting response she invoked from this horse.
She and her companion had
taken to chewing everything in site, cribbing they call it, and I spent
days wiring up every piece of open wood around the barn. We dewormed
her and she improved steadily in health and behavior over the following
months. But she was bossy and would not let the gentle Arabian get her
food. If I put their hay 30 feet apart, she would run over to take away
the other horse's hay and chase her away. She was generally greedy,
bossy, mean, stubborn and oh, so hard to love at times.
So I worked at sending her love and especially when she was in good
behavior. But she never seemed to return it. No matter what I did for
her, or tried to do with her, she just seemed to tolerate me. We worked
out an arrangement that brought some conditions workable, but overall,
she never seemed to change her attitude towards us. She had a lot of
potential to be a very good horse. With her will, which was the strongest
I had seen in any of my horses, she could be trained for many disciplines
and give her best. She really seemed to want to give her all at times,
and my daughter could work miracles with her.
The first
big fear we helped her overcome was training her to go into our horse
trailer. Mother has admonished us to do 36 Astreas daily when we have
animals in our home. Well, she was not in my house, but on my property
and so I put her in my daily Astreas, specifically calling for the dark
forces to be taken from her and for the encirclement of her fears. And
we had her in our horse trailer within a few days. We were so thrilled
that we had helped her overcome this fear of enclosed areas. So every
week we would put feed in the front of the trailer and walked her in.
It was wonderful to have even the smallest victory with her.
And so we progressed through many more small victories. And the following
year a major change was about to occur in our lives. Kim and I were
given the direction to move ourselves to New York and establish a center
for the uniting of the world's religions. And so Rontue would have to
find a new home. I contemplated shipping her to New York, but the cost
was prohibitive. I didn’t want to give up on her, she was making
good progress and this assignment of this gift horse was pulling me
to help her win her victory over all her fears. I love challenges and
this horse brought a tremendous challenge in my life. Could I train
her through love, to give to me her best, to actually one day love me
in return? How much progress had we both made? But I’ll never
know what Rontue could have become, only what had happened to me as
I learned to love her through her opposition to me.
And then an amazing end to our lives together. I had to find a new home
for her, knowing all her remaining faults. How could I ever sell this
horse? Yes, I had bought her with as she was, but then I tend to go
where others fear to tread. So I put an ad in the paper and a week went
by with few responses. One gentleman came and trailered her to the fairgrounds
to try her out. He brought her back two hours later and said he couldn’t
even saddle her, and was not about to risk his life to try her out!
Another man came by looking for a horse for his granddaughter and thought
she was a little to unmanageable. I was beginning to think I could not
give her away. We had two weeks to move and things were moving well
in everything but her sale.
When one man suggested I take her to the horse auction I immediately
discounted that idea. She might sell, but for what? But he then offered
to trailer her there himself, that evening, as he was going to look
for a horse as he thought she was not what he wanted. He had brought
over his ranch hand to try her out and he was just like the farrier.
He asked her to do things she didn’t want to do, and would rebel
at first. But within a few minutes, she would be doing most everything
he asked her to do. I was then offered to have his ranch hand ride her
to his home, trailer her up and take her to the auction. It was a tempting
offer and I could see the miracles this man’s presence was having
on my horse already. So I acquiesced and so the ranch hand rode her
the several mile trip to his home and Rontue became transformed after
just one hour with this man on her back.
Rontue is Fearless
So she arrived at the auction before I had arrived and already had a
young girl on her back, trying her out. I couldn't believe my horse!
Rontue gave her no trouble whatsoever, riding alone, without another
horse around, while in the dark of the evening, in a strange environment,
etc. It was like all her fear had vanished. We sold her for an unbelievable
price that evening, and all the money I paid for her was returned in
her auction price.
I saw God’s hand in this entire scenario from the purchase to
the sale. She truly was a gift and miracle in my life. And this horse
transformed us all. My eldest daughter was a lot like these men who
worked with her. She would lunge her and this horse, when asked to stop,
would stop and turn and face her. A very telling stance. When a horse
turns its head towards you upon the request to stop, it is giving you
respect. When you see its hindquarters facing you, the sign is you are
about to be kicked and you are below it in hierarchy. They are incredible
animals. And man and horses have learned to share their lives together
since the time horses grew large enough for a man to sit upon its back.
Amelia on Buck
And we can put a bit in their
mouth, and control them with the reigns, but the true control is not
there in the bit. A horse allows you to control him through this bit
to some degree, but the true control is through your spirit and his.
All horse connoisseurs have heard of Monty Roberts, a modern day horse
whisperer. To watch this man in action is to see a miracle happen before
your eyes. He communicates to horses through body language, through
his spirit. He truly talks to these horses in their language and they
immediately understand and trust him as one of their herd leaders. And
he can get them to overcome any fear, sometimes lifelong fears, in a
short thirty minutes of working with them.
I knew without a doubt that Rontue was a very special horse and I was
and am truly grateful for the experience to have had her in our lives.
She gave me an opportunity to experience to truly learn to love the
many people on this earth who are seemingly unlovable and fearful. I
have met many souls like Rontue since. They are just as fearful as she
was. They also have displayed that dislike and some even contempt and
hatred, as Rontue looked upon me or dark forces through her when I first
got her.
I truly loved her, for in
her was strength, a will as strong as iron and determination. The souls
who really love horses saw her strong character and her potential.That
same potential she had, to be more than what she showed, that was locked
up inside of her, we can also see in our brethren. Those souls who have
given their lives to train horses, to care for horses, know how to bring
out the potential of each one, no matter what willfulness they displayed,
or ornery habits. They were being love in action. So many souls have
the potential to be more than we see displayed to the world around them.
It takes love to unlock the hardest of hearts to the potential to Be
who they are in God. And it takes loving them enough to see the real
soul behind the dark forces that possess or use them.
"To
you who are the counselors, teachers, pastors, therapist, father, mother,
or simply good neighbor to the soul obsessed, to the soul possessed,
I say, Love enough! Love God enough to tarry with that one until we
have done with the arrogant alter ego and God be magnified within the
temple!" Sanat Kumara 2
Please remember that love is the key to unlock their hearts. It is not
so hard to love your enemies, for you see God in all if you just look.
But there also has to be that determination inside of you to never give
up, to never stop holding the immaculate concept for others, to make
the calls for them. For in that vision of seeing only the good in others,
we draw them up and they can rise to their God potential.
1
PoW Vol. 31 No. 68 - Beloved Alpha and Omega - October 15, 1988
2
PoW Vol.
22 No. 40 - Sanat Kumara - October 7, 1979
3Jesus
and Kuthumi, Corona Class Lessons, Corona Class Lesson 44,
Summit University Press, Livingston, MT, 1986, p. 375
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