I was reading this hippie dippie horse blog that’s all about psychic horse poetry and love and energy and letting your horses run around with no halters or vaccinations, whatever
I saw a link entitled ‘Equine Vasectomy, Castration, and the Karmic Wheel’ and I was like, ok, this will be a good one
and
i was not prepared
so firstly: the author has 2 studs who have clear psychic opinions on their junk
Jax seemed to have no issues with being castrated – almost as though he was expecting it and it was no big deal. Montaro, on the other hand, desperately wanted to remain a stallion and had already bred a mare or two when he arrived. He was so incredibly responsive to me, with such a stellar character, that I too wanted him to remain a stallion if possible. But there was one insurmountable problem. At the end of the field, the neighbour had seven mares, who all simultaneously bloomed into estrus and called to Montaro all day and night. He held it, and held it, and then bam, would go through the fence. After several days of him going through the fence twice a day, I told him I would have to phone the vet.
1. how has your neighbor not sued or shot you???
After the surgery, while both horses were under sedation, Kesia got in there to give them their first ever hoof trim, working furiously to get it done before the anaesthetic wore off. Jax and Montaro were semi-feral horses so they’d never been haltered, trimmed or handled by humans before:
2. so your horse is ‘super responsive’ to you and you have a psychic connection telling you he wants to stay a stallion, but he’s never been fucking haltered before??????
My formerly super-connected, responsive guy would now barely let me touch him. Fast-forward 6 months or so and he’s still angry. He kept saying to me, “I want my balls back!” And I would explain once again that he couldn’t have them back, and that he needed to accept responsibility too, as he also chose to be castrated because he wouldn’t/couldn’t stop going through the fence. This made no impact on him, and his anger and separation continued.
3. you’re….. expecting…. your semi-feral horse… to take responsibility…. for…….. being castrated………
So Ainsley is out at my barn, and I’ve told her that he’s still straining a lot to pee and I’m concerned that scar tissue from the surgery might be restricting things. But as he won’t let her touch him, she is just running Reiki to his groin area, with her hands underneath his belly. After about 20 minutes, she comes over to me and says, “Well, there’s only a few people I would tell this to, but… as I’m running Reiki for him,” she shows me her two hands cupped together, “I feel this weight in my hands, so I look down. And there are his balls. So I reattached them.” I gasp. “Oh my god. That’s what he meant! He meant he wants his energetic balls back!” Montaro then also wanted me to affirm this new reality, so for the next week, every time I saw him, I would visualize his scrotum hanging there and I would say “Nice balls Taro!” or “Looking good down there!” And then, all was complete. Montaro returned to being in powerful connection with me. He requested hands-on adjustments from Ainsley again, and all his anger was gone. My super-responsive, heart-connected lad was back. This experience makes me wonder about amputees who suffer phantom limb pain. Perhaps if they asked a Reiki or Pranic healer to reattach their energetic limb… perhaps their pain would cease?
4. NICE BALLS TARO. LOOKIN GOOD DOWN THERE TARO. YOU’VE TOTALLY STILL GOT BALLS TARO. PROPS ON YOUR PSYCHIC JUNK TARO.
well holy fucking shit banana. couldn’t get weirder right
HAHA WRONG.
Well, turns out when I “saw” the vet crushing the scrotum… those were my scrotum, in another lifetime. My parents sold me to become a eunuch (male who is castrated; often to guard females), I was in a fever for days, nearly died, didn’t want to live, and so on.
and then my brain fell out and i could read no more
Also yeah how tf are they not dead. If I was that neighbor I’d be having their guts for garters.
What the actual fuck
I just…
Ok so
I skimmed it
and
one of the neighbours mares did get pregnant. (?? or so I read it, it was a bit unclear) but at any rate, she got to keep the young colt, Juno. Who grew up to have his own sexual appetites.
She wanted to keep him whole, or maybe do a vasectomy-like thing instead. But she soon discovered that he would still harass the mares. She was advised that this would definitely cause pregnancies, as well as.. infections from all the sex, and he potentially could already have impregnated his own mother.
So she decided to castrate him after all. One problem: he wasn’t halter trained. (wtf?)
after the operation, she helped him heal with “herbs”
And now that we’ve dealt with the practicalities, let us float into other realms, shall we? If you thought the energetic reattachment of Montaro’s balls was out there… we’s goin’ even farther!
oh good lord what..
when I had talked to him earlier about the surgery, I had explained that he did not have to lose his energetic balls, he could keep them – just like his Uncle Jax did.
talked?
So she goes to sleep all worried about what she’s done, and has a dream (trip? hallucination?) (aka past life memory or some such) about she being castrated (her past self was a guy) and she figured:
So I was brutalized, and I have now brutalized Juno in exactly the same way. How am I ever going to get off the damn karmic wheel?
Apparently, by forgiving those who had done it to her.. past self? She had to write all this out and draw what “forgiveness” looks like. It looks like this guys:
Perhaps this is the central message of Jesus – that this balancing the wheel of karma, can take a very long time. But we can balance it another way: By forgiving all those who wronged, abused, tortured, hurt me; I can then forgive myself. And I can use this mechanism actively in this life to avoid generating any new karmic debts.
Perhaps by consciously – with full intention – giving the ultimate (his life) Jesus created a third alternative to a previously dualistic reality; yin/yang, dark/light. The3rd alternative is forgiveness.
My little atheist mind is spinning. I thought I kind of understood spirituality, but these are some advanced acrobatics. She even drew it:
the next day I askedboth Kumba and Juno to forgive me. And I forgave myself. […] You can see in the video how Juno trusts me to massage right near his incisions a few days after the surgery. If that isn’t proof that he’s forgiven me, I don’t know what is.
totally. That can’t be explained in any other way.
Also, Juno’s mom was pretty calm during the operation, which can only be interpreted like this:
Dare I suggest that she felt/knew this was the best option at this time and was anchoring both Juno and me with her peace and tranquility?
No. That literally cannot be it.
When Juno was going through the worst of the pain the day after the surgery, I was doing Pranic healing for him (streaming in blue/white light from my iceberg) and I said to him, “Oh sweetheart, I know it hurts, and it doesn’t make any sense. And you just can’t imagine why I would do such a thing to you. But do you trust me? Can you trust me that I have done this for a very good reason, that will benefit you greatly in the long-term?
that’s it. I’m done. Where did you find this stuff?
And let me just say:
Hi there new followers. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, and then yourself, so we can all get off this karmic wheel.
that shitty little yin yang heart sketch is where I really lost my will to live
fuck tumblr and its awful ads, yesterday it showed me a big ass spider with like a hundred babies and now it’s showing me a weight loss ad featuring rebel wilson’s head photoshopped onto a thin woman’s body. i don’t want this. tumblr, honestly, have some self-respect
I just got one offering me an online concealed weapon certification. O_O
all māori women are women, therefore all women are māori
nau mai haere mai, my new pale sisters
Do TERFS in general actually have a human brain in their heads or do they just get taught some of Germaine Greer’s speeches and then parrot her bigoted horseshit like a particularly disgusting and repulsive form of parrot?
Humans are mostly water so all water is now humans, put down that bottle of fresh mountain spring you cannibal
Image found in a file folder in the historical society archives, under
“Miscellaneous.” Other items filed under “Miscellaneous” include
numerous manuals for appliances, somebody’s tax return (you know who you
are), an extremely moldy grilled cheese sandwich and a birdhouse
completely covered in duct tape.
The birdhouse was removed and filed more safely. The sandwich was thrown away.
I’ve worked in museums. This is not fanciful. In one memorable museum my fellow assistant curator and I found a pallet full of boxes of auctioned US government surplus brownie mix (expired), two palettes of white painters’ pants (size medium), several foot lockers full of summer dresses with handwritten labels pinned inside them reading “Mostly Useless”, artifacts wrapped in bizarre packing material including used lunch bags and used tissues, and a box of random office supplies that included an old, flat, dead toad someone had obviously peeled off a parking lot.
Twenty years on and I still have no idea what constitutes a mostly useless summer dress.
I cannot even tell you how much joy that fills me with.
High schools in the south of the United States, especially in Texas, often have a tradition of the girls wearing “mums” and boys wearing “garters” to the Homecoming football game. Mums usually consist of artificial Chrysanthemum flowers (originally real Chrysanthemums were used) surrounded by decorated floor-length ribbon and little trinkets. The tradition is that the boys create a personalized mum in their school colors, white and silver for seniors, for their date. Girls make garters for their date which are similar to mums but shorter and worn on the guy’s arm rather than around their neck like mums. The size of the mums and garters tend to grow along with the grade the person that is receiving the mum is in. Around the 1980s, mums were usually about a maximum of three Chrysanthemum flowers and a few ribbons and only worn by the Homecoming Court/Homecoming Prince and/or Princess but as the years have gone by, the size and expectations of mums have increased and have gotten more elaborate and are worn by almost all of the students. Depending on the school, mums can get quite competitive, expensive, and drastically bigger than they previously were intended to be. New items are also placed on mums than there previously were like LED lights, bubble containers, cow bells, feather boas, stuffed animals of all sizes, and even more. They now sometimes act like scrapbooks made of ribbon and even contain passages and photos of the mum/garter-receiver and their date. The detail, size, and price usually varies depending on the school, town, and couple. The tradition is to make the mum and garter after the couple is asked to Homecoming and exchange the night of the Homecoming game and wear it throughout tailgating and the game. Couples often take group pictures with their mums and garters the night of or before the night of the Homecoming Game to showcase them.
I’m sorry, what? This is seriously just mainly a Texan thing? You’re telling me these
don’t
look
familiar
to all
yall
????
Yeah, wintry. I’ve literally never seen these before. They are… intense? Lol
OMG, are you telling me the rest of the US isn’t doing this???
This is what I’m saaaaayiiiiiiing
Though tbh, as I think about it more, there is something pretty Texan about it. Gaudy, rah-rah, and inappropriately large. I mean, that’s us.
Absolutely positively nope in NYC and my schools didn’t/don’t even have Homecoming (yes, even the fairly normal public school).
We had Homecoming (despite no football team?), and I come from the trashiest hickville there ever which was in New Hampshire, and LORD no we did not have those.
every time this post come back to my dash is more and more horrendous
Let me tell you about
The 1973 Levi’s Gremlin.
Looks like just another AMC Gremlin, yeah? Well, notice the Levi’s logo on the front fender just behind the wheel well, and you know that when you get in this car, you’re in for something very…special.
Your eyes are not deceiving you. The seats and the trunk are upholstered in GENUINE LEVI’S DENIM, complete with bronze stitching. This is not some ironic custom job from recent times, either; this was a real option offered by AMC in 1973.
Kimchi and Justice 