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Editorial and Edited by: Anita Written by: Mason
Hulis
(561) 691-4633
I
lost two friends recently. Ron Briel
lost his long fight with leukemia on July 24.
Ron,
Linda, and their daughter, Alycia had moved to
Ron
and Linda had been close friends with my husband, Vic and I for
about thirteen years or so. We
shared laughter and tears, and a strong love of animals.
When
Ron was writing his book, Equine Acupuncture: First Aid With
Your Fingertips, I often went with them as they worked on horses. Ron
massaged the horses and worked the acupressure points, Linda did Reiki at the
same time, and I felt the sensations the horse was feeling. Ron taped the
sessions and then spent long hours analyzing the information for his book. I
knew I would miss Ron and Linda when they moved, but I didn't expect to feel
the deepened sense of loss that I do because of his passing.
I
met the Arabian mare, Briana, just after I met Ron and Linda. I worked for a while at the farm where Briana
lived, and loved her for her wisdom and bravery. Briana became quite ill and Ron and Linda took her to their farm. They worked their healing magic on her and
Briana got better. Her owner was
disposing of his horses, so Briana came to me.
I already had her daughter, BB, and their reunion brought tears to my
eyes, as did their final parting.
Briana
was sweet and gentle. When visitors would tell me they were afraid of horses I
would introduce them to her. By the time they left they had been petting and
hugging the lovely chestnut mare.
Briana's
health had been declining for over a year and she decided to move on in her
spiritual journey. Her friend, Ron had
made the transition and she made up her mind to join him. On August 5, Briana coliced and her intestine
ruptured. The veterinarian came to help
her on her journey and Ron was there to take her home. I am sure that my husband was waiting when
they arrived.
I
miss them so much.
Anita
Please remember our animal friends who suffered
during Hurricane Katrina and be generous. I have been asked to help a rescue
organization in
There have been some major changes in my office.
Up until the middle of February Jean Grim had answered your calls. Jean had to
leave for personal reasons and I have restructured the office work and have
been scheduling consultations as well as doing them. I still have
workshops on some weekends throughout the year, so I’ve been pretty busy.
If you call the office please leave a message and I will return your call
either the same day or the next business day. I appreciate your patience.
In my spare time I read a new book by Nancy
Bowker, New Horse Handbook: How to Make Your Horse Feel at Home,
Sterling Publishing Co. Inc,, $24.95. It was quite
informative as
Last March I was invited to be a speaker on The
K9 College Cruise to the
Here is a list of speakers for the March, 2006
Cruise. I put them in alphabetical order. Kaye Ames, Maximize Your Puppy’s
Potential and Bach Flower Essences, Dr.
Carmen Battaglia, Breeding Better Dogs,
Richard Beauchamp, Solving the Mysteries of Breed Type, Anita Curtis, Animal Communications, Learn to
Listen to Your Dog, Edward & Patricia Gilbert, Jr., K9 Structure and
Movement, Dr. Martin Goldstein, Fundamentals of Health and Disease, From an
Alternative Point of View, Pat Hastings,
The Puppy Puzzle and Tricks of the Trade,
Paul Owens, The Dog Whisperer, Dr. Beverly Purswell, K9
Reproduction, Linda Tellington-Jones,
Getting in Ttouch With Your Dog, and Dr. Christine Zink, Coaching the Canine
Athlete.
The seminars are included in the price of the
cruise. I went to several and was quite impressed with the speakers.
For prices and other information please go to www.allcruising.com. I hope to see you
on board.
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If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three
dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them
Phil
Pastoret
Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight
cats to pull a sled through snow.
Jeff
Valdez
You & Me... We Is Friends! 
The
New Pet Detective by Mason Hulis
Mason
Hulis is an internationally known Animal Communicator, Author, Lecturer,
Teacher, Television, and Radio personality.
His work in helping people locate missing animals has earned him the
title of Pet Detective. The focus of Mason’s work is helping people
understand how animals communicate with each other and humans through
non-verbal means using mental images and emotions. Here are a couple of recent cases that Mason
has solved.
July
23, 2005, Mason receives a call from frantic owner (Sharon) that her
one-year-old Welsh Terrier Tibbs has been missing for two days from their home
in
In addition,
Mason makes a mind-to-mind connection with Tibbs. He receives mental images from Tibbs and
describes them to
Prior to
speaking with Mason,
The friend
explains that she has found Tibbs and has him at her house. The woman’s home is located to the west of the railroad tracks and Route 3,
close to
Photo of stairs inside home
where Tibbs was located.
I left you a message.
Tibbs is home! I believe that God comes to us in many forms and
you are one of those. Not to mention the tracking woman that stayed with
it in the very, very hot temp. My
children and all the people were praying and watching for him. Sharon and Tibbs
A Snake Named Bob
The New
Pet Detective receives a call for an unusual animal case involving a Rat Snake
located in
On March
22, 2005, I received the following note from Rikki:
After you
and I spoke, we moved Bob into our bedroom. He is now directly opposite
where I sit on the bed most of the day while I am working on my laptop.
Having had a remedy, last week he went into a very fast and unusual shed, just
as he did last year right after his remedy. I was hopeful that he would
eat, as he did last year after all of that.
Yesterday, I offered him a mouse and he showed no interest. I
left it there for two hours. Finally, he ate it!
It was
most impressive, as far as we were concerned here! Had it not been for
you, I think he would have eventually been put down by the vet because to force nutrients down his throat by
tube every couple of days was horribly stressful for him, and the vet had no
idea What was wrong... I could never
tell you how grateful I am for your gifts.
Rikki
Rikki’s 
Animal Family
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MATCHMAKING by Susan Rifkin
A friendly,
handsome 5-year-old blue roan Nokota gelding chose me to be his person. Considering that I looked at about 150 horses
loose in two large pastures in just a few hours, I’m happily amazed this was so
easy and so much fun. It was a wonderful
experience and an adventure I recommend.
Although the final matchmaking took very little time, the whole process
started more than a year ago.
I’ve named
him “Charlie” and he is my first new horse since 1988. He was a private purchase like the four other
horses I’ve bought over the past 25 years.
But this is the first time I was alone in a field with loose horses, and
had one who I had never seen before come up to me, choose me, hang around me to be petted, and even warn
his friends to keep away from me. There
seemed to be an invisible “Sold” sign.
But I think Charlie hung the sign over my head, not over his.
My shopping
trips in the past involved seeing one or a few horses at each location. Our introductions were always one-on-one. Although I could experience how each horse
and I interacted, I could not easily compare one relationship with others. While shopping this way I could easily
consider differences involving how we interacted.
I came here
knowing that most of these horses had never been ridden. In fact, some of the yearlings and two year
olds may not have been handled yet.
I had
already lined up Debby Hadden, a professional and patient trainer who was also
a trusted and good friend. She felt
capable of training both my new horse and me.
And I
discovered that my preferences were consistent.
After I bought Charlie, I learned that he was closely related to other
Nokota horses I’d admired, who already belonged to other people.
STARTING
THE JOURNEY
Charlie’s
process of finding me began in the fall of 2003 when several of the local
Nokota owners came to my Brass Ring Riding Club (A local chapter of the Old
People’s Riding Club (http://www.geocities.com/brassringridingclub)
meeting to tell us about the breed, and its Native American origins as
descendants of Sitting Bull’s horses.
They discussed the Nokota Conservancy’s efforts to preserve this type of
horse. (For more information, see
www.NokotaHorse.org). I was impressed
with what I heard about the horses’ combination of intelligence, athletic
ability, and bonding with their people.
And I found their history intriguing.
Their
conformation and character reminded me of my horse Richie. My complementary medicine veterinarian had
recommended that when I look for another horse, I look for one like him. He had not yet succumbed to the cancer
described in my 2001 article “Repairing Richie” in Natural Horse magazine. So I hoped to get my new horse while Richie
could still act as a mentor. (I now
realize that a former horse’s spirit can help us do that any time.)
Then a few
days later I met some Nokota horses who had just shipped in from
A few
months later, I had to euthanize Richie.
Several friends told me that they’d had messages from him about my next
horse. It would be young horse, and an
unusual color. They also said she’d be a
filly. She was described as “a joy.”
I convinced
myself that getting my new horse should wait until I got my life and finances
in order. It was a bit more than a year
before I realized that I had it backwards.
I needed a horse in order to get my life in order!
I heard
myself explaining to someone who recommended joining a dating service that
there was no point in looking for a new romance if I didn’t have a horse,
because I wasn’t truly myself without one.
So I decided that it was time to look for a new horse.
By this
time, I met several people who got their Nokota horses through the Kuntz
family. I’d met Frank Kuntz on some of
his trips to
The most
recent load of Nokotas had just arrived a week after my birthday. The only horse who
had not yet been sold would mature 15.1h or 15.2h. But I’m 5’10” and I needed a bigger horse,
like the “Ranch Type Nokota” which has some Thoroughbred &/or Percheron
blood.
I was also
impressed with the more natural environment the horses grew up in. I believe that a real functional horse
society teaches the horses a lot of things they are designed to learn.
These foals
are kept with their dams for 8-9 months.
The weanlings are in a large group with some older mares. And the fillies are in one pasture and the
colts into another. The colts also had a
few pregnant alpha mares who teach them equine manners. (The mares are also an incentive for the
colts to stay with their herd instead of going looking for fillies.) I later discovered that Charlie’s dam was one
of the alpha mare “dorm mothers.” I saw
her snap in the air at a pushy colt. She
made her point quickly, and the herd around her remained peaceful.
I thought
this horse society background would make it easier for me later because my
veterinarian often ran into horses with behavioral problems she believed were
due to them not learning properly “How to Be a Horse.”
So, when
family matters suddenly sent me to
It was an
hour’s drive from the airport to the Nokota’s at Leo Kuntz’s ranch in
Linton. I thought I had rented a compact
car. So it took help from a fellow
traveler to locate my 4-wheel -drive SUV.
I drove along a gently winding paved road and saw more pheasants than
cars. (But the next day was grateful for
the 4WD the next day when I drove along miles of gravel roads).
I met Frank
Kuntz and Shelly Hauge at my motel and they drove me out, and into, the young
mares’ pasture. I thought Frank said
they were in a “17 acre” pasture. So I
figured I’d see about 10 mares. It was
17 HUNDRED acres. I saw at least 75
mares.
The fillies
were in three bands. They came when they
heard our truck because they associated it with being given hay or grain. Most would come near the truck. How close they came to us depended upon their
personality. Some had been gentled and
came very close by to get petted.
They are
also known for being compatible with each other. Most of the horses had no marks on them from
biting, kicking, or the fence. So my
being out with a herd of them loose had me only slightly worried. I was confident that none would harm me on
purpose. I had only to watch out for
“horsing around” with each other, and there was very little of that.
I was in
their pastures. I was literally in their
territory, and they were out with their friends.
Frank asked
what my criteria were for the horse I wanted.
He later explained to me that he has had people describe what they think
they want. Then they connect with a
horse they are happy with, who might be different from their description. I was reassured by his easy acceptance of my
“the horse will find me” plan. Turns
out, he is familiar with this technique.
I thought I
wanted a filly, but would also look at the geldings the next day. My preferences in order of priority were personality
and athletic ability. I thought I had no
color preferences. I wanted a friendly,
confident horse who would be a cooperative partner for a variety of my horse
club activities, like trail rides, mounted games, lower level dressage, and
jumping.
Anita
Curtis told me that Richie’s spirit would help me find the right horse by
telling likely candidates to interact with me.
And if I saw a horse who he didn’t think was a good match, he’d draw my
attention to something I would criticize about that horse. For instance, on one handsome blue roan
gelding I noticed that one barefoot hind hoof had a longer toe than the
other. So I assumed it meant the horse
wasn’t using himself symmetrically.
Frank later told me that their trainer got bucked off that horse once
when he stepped on a wire.
My first evening I saw more than 75 fillies and took more than 100
digital photos. After sunset, we went to a local bar for
pizza. Then I went to Frank and Shelly’s
to look at my photos on her computer screen.
But due to a technical glitch, I went back to my motel with an empty
camera. Shelly had the photos on her
computer, and made me a disc the next day.
Much to my
surprise, not having many photos actually made it easier for me. I had to rely on my memory. By the time I got back to my motel room, only
three fillies stuck in my mind. And I
thought two of them might not grow large enough to fit me well. So I had narrowed it down to one beautiful
mare with a big blaze and two white feet.
She kept looking at me, but did not come close. The only fillies, who
came close to me, also came to Frank and Shelly. Frank suggested that I plan to return alone
the next day to the filly field and hang out so they could get to know me.
Before I
did that, I wanted to go to the ranch to see the geldings. My trainer had said it would be easier on her
farm’s equine equanimity to have another gelding. Back when I got telepathic messages, from
Richie via my friends, I was told to look for a filly. But back then, I was living closer to another
stable at which gender wasn’t an issue.
Now the message was to look at both sexes.
I slept
late and arrived at the ranch mid morning, when everyone was working elsewhere
on the ranch. I was greeted by their
friendly herding dog,” Miss Nay.” So I
was off to a good start.
I easily
identified the weanlings’ pen and the stallions’ pen. I was impressed by how quietly more than a
dozen stallions were together. I’d heard
this was possible.
So the herd
of 75 plus I saw about 200 yards away in another pasture had to be “the
boys.” I convinced myself that it was
reasonably safe to go in there alone.
With hindsight, it was quite a blessing to be alone there for an
hour. It meant that the horses
interacted only with me.
I was
walking slowly towards the herd when a small group of colts decided to head
towards me. They passed nearby and kept
going. Perhaps they were directed to by
Richie’s spirit getting me to turn around and look behind me. Because then I saw the group I call “The
Linebackers” emerge from an area that was out of my sight. The first gelding I saw made me choke up – he
was exactly what I wanted. He had a big
confident walk, powerful haunches, good legs, and nice head. Even his black coat reminded me of Richie.
But he ignored
me.
Then
several blue roans came into sight. It
would have been very difficult to choose one of them if I were looking at them
using a conventional shopping method. In
fact, when Frank finally found me almost an hour later, this gang made up my second,
third, etc. choices.
But, just
as Frank predicted, one horse chose me.
A big blue roan with a wide blaze set slightly to his left side hovered
over me. He ignored his friends, except
to tell them to leave me alone. He stood
quietly for petting. And he easily
accepted the Reiki I did. He practically
had his head in my lap. So, I was
smitten.
But I had
enough of my logical brain working to look him over. His conformation was good, his muscles were
evenly developed, and there were no obvious knots or dents. He was comfortable with being handled all
over – no pain anywhere, nothing tender, or ticklish. His legs were clean; his bare feet hadn’t
been done, and were wearing evenly naturally.
So I assumed he was sound, and moved symmetrically. He had a kind eye, and enjoyed attention
without being pushy. And when he told
the others to move, he did it quietly, but effectively. It wasn’t until I’d paid for him that I saw
he was also a beautiful mover at the trot.
So I wasn’t
surprised to learn later that his dam was an alpha mare Leo owned. I was very happy that we were able to go out
into the pasture to see her at work keeping the colts in line. Leo explained that he hadn’t ever touched her
before now. I was happy with what I saw
of her conformation and character. I
heard that about 80% of a young horse’s behavior is influenced by the dam.
I also
discovered that my taste in horses was consistent; I wasn’t just being swayed
by his attention to me. The black
gelding I admired with him was his full brother. The black gelding I’d liked in 2003 was by
the same stallion, Ed Kuntz’s Baldy.
He’d been ridden for several years and Ed said he was a good riding
horse. He’d taken Baldy elk hunting as a
3 year old. And he now trusted that he’d
be easy and safe to ride even after a few years off.
This
information about Baldy was very important to me. Back in 2003, Anita got a telepathic message
from a blue roan stallion that preserving these Nokota bloodlines needed to
include using the old training methods.
The stallion’s spirit showed her something that looked like a Maltese
cross. My veterinarian explained to me
that this looked like chromosomes dividing.
As an animal learns something, the process of neuronal adaptation
affects the cells, including a stallion’s sperm as they are produced. Therefore training a stallion can cause
changes that can be passed along to the offspring. (But training a mare can’t affect the eggs
that already exist when she’s born.)
Coincidentally,
the Maltese cross was also the brand for Teddy Roosevelt’s ranch. This land later became the Teddy Roosevelt’s
National Park where most of these Nokota horses’ ancestors were found.
Frank then
took me for a tour of the main part of the boys’ herd. Many of the horses were so relaxed around him
that he had to ask them to get up. I
admired many of them – but kept repeating that the blue roan was clearly #1.
We went
back to the house and drafted a ranch hand who agreed to come out with us to
take photos of Frank and me with the horses.
So, Frank got a chance to see how Charlie acted around me. All the photos were taken without equipment
to keep him nearby. And no treats to
bribe him.
Since we
were clearly a happy match, when Leo got home, Frank had to convince him to
sell me this horse. I later learned that
a mutual friend tried to buy him 3 years ago, and someone else wanted him the
week after I bought him.
Leo took me
into the field to see Charlie’s dam. She
had never been handled, but only walked off quietly when Leo touched her. And she was clearly watching me carefully as
I took photos of her. She was calm and
confident.
The next
morning I had a little time before I had to catch my plane home. And I realized I had no photos of my horse’s
breeder/owner. So Leo went out into the
pasture with me. As Charlie led us, Leo
explained how I should behave to become the leader instead of the
follower. We finally turned back towards
the main herd, and Charlie went out into pasture with his friends. But a few minutes later, he walked the 100+
yards back to us and the main part of the herd.
Then he worked his way through them to where I was standing by the
fence. And he stood quietly while I petted
him.
Leo drove
me into the field to say farewell to Frank, with Miss Nay racing beside
us. We were cresting a hill as a
Harlan’s Hawk, rarely seen around here, swooped by the truck’s window, with a
message for us that he was a good omen.
I barely
made it to my flight home to
SIDEBAR
Before I
arrived at the ranch for my first visit, Anita told me she’d gotten a message
from a rose grey gelding. He wanted to
send a message of “thank you for giving him this honor, for allowing him to be
part of saving the Nokota horses.” He
said it was “a huge honor to be a part of saving these Nokota horses.” He was “honored that he was trustworthy
enough to do this job. “
He also said
there was something about his leg that would help us identify him. When I first met Charlie, I saw that there
was a grey gelding nearby with a very unusual marking along his side near his
leg. I asked about him and was told his
story. I figured out that Anita’s
message was from Halvah, a horse who helps Leo train the babies.
Some time
ago, the woman who’d owned Halvah for 12 years planned to sell him. Leo was concerned that Halvah would have
problems in a new home because he can be aggressive toward other horses. So even though Leo needed to sell horses, not
buy more, he went a got Halvah.
Now Leo
uses him to train the babies. Halvah’s
job is to push them around as Leo tells him to.
For example, Halvah teaches the babies to like people because when they
try to approach him in the pen he sends them back toward Leo. Other times he will stand beside them to make
it easier for Leo to reach across Halvah to approach and pet the babies.
I saw
Halvah working that way the day I arrived for my second visit with
Charlie. And the following day I saw
Halvah in a pen full of horses, standing quietly between two of his young filly
“students.” So obviously, the fillies
liked and trusted him. I think he knows
his job well, and does it as needed in response to Leo’s requests.
* * * * *
Is this Heaven?
A
man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking
beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading
them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like
pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw
a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I' ll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?"
the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the
way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt
road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and
reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How
about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There
should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand
pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long
drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they
were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the
tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man
down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's hell."
"Doesn't
it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their
best friends behind."
Services Offered
Anita Curtis, Animal
Communicator offers the following services:
PH: (610) 327-3820
FAX (610) 970-2696 * Anita@anitacurtis.com *
www.anitacurtis.com
Consultations - $25.00/15 min.
These consultations are all done over the telephone. I
can help many more animals in a shorter amount of time this way. It is
also less distracting for the animal to be in his own home environment.
Tape recording - $5.00/tape
A tape recording of your consultation is
optional. If you decide you do not want the tape after having your
consultation recorded, you just do not send the extra $5.00.
Workshops - $85.00 and up
The workshop fees can vary because of travel costs,
space rental, and lunches provided.
Lectures - Mileage fee
Sponsors of the lecture may charge admission as a
fundraising event. I do require reimbursement for travel expenses.
Books & Video tape- see below + $2.00 to ship item
& PA tax for PA residents.
Anita’s books: ‘Animal Wisdom: Communications with Animals’ and ‘How
to Hear the Animals’ (kit) have been combined into one book: ‘Animal
Wisdom: How to Hear the Animals’ $15.95 (Meditation Tape $2.00) A Second
Chance to Say Goodbye Marianne Michaels with Anita Curtis This new book,
about medium Marianne Michaels, not only tells of her experiences communicating
with loves ones on "the other side," but instructs the reader how to
develop his or her own psychic abilities. Book: $13.95
________________________________________________________________________
Mason Hulis, Animal Communicator
offers the following services:
PH (561)-691-4633 Mason@AnimalsCanSpeak.com www.AnimalsCanSpeak.com
Telephone
Consultations: $25.00/15 min.
Workshops: Call Mason for fees.
Books: Animals Can Speak by Mason Hulis
and Gail M. Ross-Edwards PH.D. $11.95
