09/05/2025
🐎 The Horse Is Still a Horse — and Still a Soul
A true story from today. No filter. No fix. Just what happened.
For those of you who maybe don’t know what I do, or haven’t experienced it, let me explain it like this:
I talk to humans.
I talk to animals.
I talk to the parts of you that want to be heard.
The parts that are scared.
The hidden parts— loud or silent— chaotic or pristine.
The parts that are acting out.
The parts that are tired of holding it together but don’t know how to let go.
Sometimes the “you” is a person. Sometimes it’s a horse.
Sometimes both, in the same day.
Today, I was working with horses while the vet was examining & foung chiropractic. A few were ready to talk. Some weren’t. And a very curious human was nearby, watching. Wondering what I was doing. I told & showed her.
I explained that what looks like defiance is often just protection.
It’s safety trying to speak.
And my job is to listen.
Not just to the behavior… but to what’s underneath it.
One of the horses had kicked another horse during turnout.
That’s what started all of this.
I went over to her, looked her in the eye, and said, “Hey. Why did you kick her?”
She said, “Because she was running her mouth. I had to stand up to her. I had to stand up for ME. She can’t just say things like that to me.”
And she was right. The other horse was kind of a bitch.
Not in a mean way — in a hurt way. In a “I’m about to be sold and I’m terrified” kind of way. So she lashes out. She gives the silent treatment. She turns her back. She finds your weak spot and pokes at it just to remind herself she still exists.
She wasn’t being cruel. She was scared.
But scared people still hurt others.
So I told the horse who’d kicked:
“I understand. I do. But you don’t actually have to do that. You don’t have to fight her to protect yourself. Let’s talk about what it stirred up for you.”
And that’s when everything shifted.
That’s when she showed me her past life.
That’s when she remembered being human.
She’d been a young enslaved girl.
Her father was cruel.
He called her ugly.
And all she wanted was to be beautiful and powerful.
She said, “I just wanted to be big and beautiful so people would see me and love me.”
She didn’t realize that wish would land her in the body of a gorgeous, commanding horse.
Be careful what you wish for, right?
She got the vessel she wanted. But it didn’t fix the ache.
It didn’t make her feel safe. Or seen. Or loved.
Because the wound wasn’t about the body.
The wound was about being enough.
She lost her mother — her real mother — in that life. The one who had loved her gently. And she carried that grief here, in this life, through this form.
And I believe her father came back as her horse-mother — cruel, cold, and favoring others. Same energy. Different skin.
So today, we talked.
We sat in it.
We cried.
And she remembered:
✨ The vessel wasn’t the problem.
✨ Her body was not the barrier.
✨ Her power didn’t need to be proven — it just needed to be honored.
And then she let it go.
She didn’t need fixing. She needed witnessing.
And then there was the gelding.
He had trauma too.
Not just because he’d been gelded… but because he didn’t understand why.
He asked:
“Why couldn’t I keep my balls? Was I not good enough? Not worth multiplying?”
“Why did the as***le stallion get to keep HIS balls?”
He was grieving what it meant.
And when the vet came close, he said:
“Don’t tell me what to do. The last one who got this close stole something from me. You remind me of them.”
Once he got it out — once he was heard — he changed.
He felt better.
He didn’t need a solution.
He needed truth.
Some horses hold memories.
Some horses are mirrors.
Some horses are still healing from things that happened in different forms, in different lifetimes.
🌿 A horse is still a horse.
But some horses carry the ache of a soul that remembers being human.
And if you listen — really listen — they’ll tell you who they are.
And why they hurt.
And what they need to let go.
You just have to let them speak. Because often the thing between choas & order is just being seen & heard without judgment
And today… they did & were and it served them right and allowed them to be easily adjusted & supported in the physical ways.
🕊️🐴
ZumiT.Hailes
Neutralign & ZumiLight
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