Looking for stories about horse psychics

[BlueDrifter]

I went along with AC readings at my barn. I rode english, but brought my appy out in a rope halter.

The AC could have said anything about english or western, based upon our appearnce, but she said my horse wanted to play polo.

There isn’t a polo barn within 50 miles. Seemed like a risky reading to me.

Next day I met the new boarder who showed me his horse’s roughed up fetlocks. He said he was a polo pony and here for rest and rehab. (!!)

So, we tried broomball with a beachball. He liked it – my arms got really sore.

Who knows, right??

[MunchingonHay]

I have two.

First one: same AC for both on the same day. One was a horse I was working/keeping fit in exchange for room and board and the other was my dog.

I turned the corner to come into the barn where the AC was with the BO and her barn full of horses. The AC was “talking” with Camelot, the horse I was working. She said the second he saw me, he called me the drill sargent and to tell me to stop making him work so hard. (he was a lazy sod and I would make him use his back end )

After all of the horses were “talked to” I asked if she would ask my dog why he is afraid of my dad who just wants to love him and be his friend. AC said that my dog could not see my dad’s eyes and Kip was not sure if he was trustworthy. My dad (who was hours away from us) wore transitional lenses and a baseball hat most days. When we went to see my dad the next time, I had him take his hat and glasses off. Kip curled up in his lap and finally accepted him. He and Kip became fast friends. (and this was YEARS of having my dog).

Its been over 15 yrs and to this day, my dad takes off his glasses and hat to greet dogs because Kip said so.

Second one: A different person claimed she was an AC while drunk at the bar with me one time and I handed her a photo of my horse (yes I carried it in my wallet at the time, this was way before cell phones) and asked her what she thought. She said, “he has pain in his left lower leg”. A year or two later, he was diagnosed with navicular in his left hoof.
The photo was of his head and neck. There would have been no way for her to see his lower legs.

[reefy]

Mine is short and sweet - I was desperate to figure out why I had such a hard time riding my TB gelding. He was either cuckoo under saddle or would stand and just not move. This was after maybe 4 years together and it had started decently enough - nothing physical was wrong with him that we could find. I had decided to sell him (dressage but he loved jumping, too) and really, that’s when he got really bad under saddle. It was just word of mouth through my trainer, I didn’t have him listed anywhere. And some ladies at the barn were talking with a local animal communicator so I said, gee I ought to talk to her. I did and she told me that he liked going to the ‘playground’, which was a field with some obstacles in it. Okay - not sure how she would know about that, maybe through the other ladies? Then she told me that he wanted me to stop saying he was for sale and that I was looking for a new home for him. He said it hurt his feelings because he was happy where he was. There was really no way this lady could know about that and I started crying because I did love the horse, I just didn’t love riding him at the time or sometimes having to handle him on the ground (spicy redhead TB). So I told my trainer we were stepping back and just doing fun things and that he wasn’t for sale. He turned into a lovely trail horse (surprise!) and low level dressage horse (he got up to 4th and also now not a surprise, he didn’t like the pressure). I really don’t know how she would know he was for sale so I’m still a little skeptical but kind of also believe in it!

[Laverne77]

After my good friend successfully used an AC to try to resolve some issues with her newly retired show horse I decided to set up an appointment with the same AC to find out what my gelding had to say. It was done over the phone. The first thing the AC commented on was that my horse was very “unconcerned.” That is probably the best adjective I’d ever heard to describe him. Among the topics we covered I asked how he liked my dog. He immediately responded that he did not like the red dog! A lady at the barn had a red coonhound that was very obnoxious. The AC asked about any other dogs, and he said he liked the dark colored dog just fine. I had a German shepherd with the traditional black topside.

[Hightale]

Bought my new horse and turned him out in the herd on 16 acres.
Discovered he was completely and wildly uncatchable. He would circle me in drilled fashion as if he was on the end of a rope or would panic and go through me if I managed to corner him.
No amount of sitting it out, offering feed, ignoring him etc, etc worked.
I had to bring every other horse in and then he’d charge in after them in a mad panic. I was distraught as I could see he was actually scared.
Contacted an AC that was recommended to me.
She had a few sessions talking to him, I discovered some awful stuff he’d been put through that I was actually able to independently corroborate through other people who’d worked at or bought horses from the same place.
After the third session the AC said that he was OK now, he’d been heard and he would trust me not to be like his previous owners / breeders.
That day I walked up to him in the middle of that field and popped a headcollar on him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Absolutely nothing else had changed

[Jackjoe1]

A little off topic, but I am looking for a good AC. Could you please tell the names.

[Old_Mac_Donald]

I’ve had three horses read. I am a sceptic (or was), so I was careful to send photos (one per horse) to my AC that were “benign”. In each photo the horse was looking at the camera with a pleasant expression.

Horse # 1. This horse is a complete b*tch. Her nickname is the Great White Landshark. She was a talented jumper but started having trouble bending under saddle. My trainer was stumped, I was stumped, the mare was ANGRY. I had her read about three years ago, after having a vet palpate her for kissing spines and saying, nah it’s probably a training issue. The AC said the mare was super standoffish, and blocked her initial attempts to contact (the photo I sent was of a mare looking very soft and friendly). She said “Oh she knows WHO she is alright!”. She said her stomach was upset, but she was mainly experiencing pain on the right of her neck. We had had problems with the mare having gr3/4 ulcers in the past but the neck was a new thing. Three years later and the mare getting worse and worse, she was finally diagnosed with unilateral ECVM … on the right branch of the C6/C7 (transposition). The mare is super opinionated, with people never meeting her standards of behaviour.

After the diagnosis, I reached out to the AC to have two other horses read.

Horse #2: My Mane Man. She said “Oh he is such a lovely horse, very ‘look at me, look at me!’”. This horse is the boss, and is always in your face. He drops his doodle out and waves it around whenever he gets attention. He’s very smoochy. The AC said “he’s worried about being sold”. I had fallen off of him two years prior and still make statements about selling him to his face. The AC said “he is trying so hard to be a good boy but he is seeing ghosts”. He is stupidly spooky and cannot cope with trail riding at all - hence me wanting to sell him. We upped his magnesium, and now I am careful about what I say around him. I tell him he is a good boy and my mane man, and will not be sold - he is now much, much less spooky and when he does spook, I am able to cope by laughing and patting him. Our relationship has come in leaps and bounds under saddle.

I had also JUST bought a new horse. The AC didn’t know this. The horse was intended to be his trail riding replacement.

Horse # 3. New horse with issues. The AC Said, “Oh what a sweet girl. She wants you to know “it will all be OK””. I had been stressed about buying this new horse that turned out to be very difficult. The AC said her thorasic sling was exceptionally tight, and needed physio. The mare was so jammed up she walked like a pacer. The AC said “she’s been pulled down by a virus-like something. She’s not sick, but recovering from something”. The mare had just had her first ever HeV vaccination.

The AC was so spot on with all three horses, with no information given except a benign photo and the horse’s name. My relationship with the horses has changed for the positive, especially with my Mane Man.

[Aussie_2020]

Lydia Hiby

[2DogsFarm]

Lydia Hiby
I’ll ETA a link to her site:

https://www.lydiahiby.com/

[Seagram]

I have always wanted to try an AC with my horses! I have one horse with Kissing spine, that I wish could be rehabbed, but is sooooo reactive under saddle, I don’t want to risk dying if what i’m doing doesn’t work. I would love to ask the horse before getting on if this is a good day? I also have a dog that keeps running away, so is always tied up. Wish someone could explain to dog, if you stick around, you won’t have to be !!

[OkLurchers]

Not a story, but listened to a very interesting interview online that animal communicator Kumari did with Ann Kursinski, who evidently uses her services quite a bit.

[Arelle]

I’ve tried them twice, both times wanting to believe and both times being unimpressed.

First time, 2013, AC came on site - put hands on the horses. Told me my horse didn’t like “the boy” riding her. Went on a whole tirade about how she’d been unhappy lately because “the boy” just didn’t understand her.

My trainer is female. I’m female. No “boy” had ever ridden her, and there wasn’t even a male employed on the property in/around that time.

Second time, December 2023, AC did a virtual reading. This one came highly recommended from like, a dozen well known people on a pretty well respected FB group. Asked her to read my mare, but didn’t tell her the mare had been neurologic for about 45 days and I suspected either a neck fracture or a stroke.

She said my mare is very content, but her front feet hurt and feels like a good joint supplement would really be helpful for her.

So I’m back firmly on the “these people are hacks” train. I’m sure they probably feel like they’re legit, but to me - the biggest thing is for me to not react. Don’t give them any additional information, don’t tell them when they’re right or when they’re wrong. Just let them talk and see how accurate they are - or, how much they say things like “joint supplements would help the 25 year old horse” and people are amazed by their results.

[Foggy]

I go into each reading skeptical but each time there have been things that they just could not have known. Each time was a phone reading after sending a picture.

Horse #1, reading #1 photo looks like a big warmblood. He told her how he liked running and he was really good at it and got lots of awards. She couldn’t figure this out as it didn’t fit what she was seeing. He was an OTTB who was a stakes winner. So everything he told her made sense knowing that.
He said that he didn’t like the barn he had been sent to while the pony had his stall. Was at a training facility for a summer and yes a pony was in his stall while he was away.

Horse #1 Reading #2 he needed to go to the vet clinic to have a melanoma removed. Whenever he was away from home he would get worried and not eat like he should. I did the reading so I could let him know what was happening and that we really needed him to eat while at the vet clinic. On day 2 of his vet hospital stay they called to say I needed to bring him more hay. He had already gone through 3 bales. He was a big boy but that was way more than normal. Guess he got the message.

Horse #1 Reading #3 he had been diagnosed with a tumour in his nasal cavity. I had told no one this information other than my immediate family. She knew this, knew all about his scoping. He told her he need lots of tranq for the procedure which was very true. He also wanted to let me know he still felt okay and he would let me know when it was time to go.

Horse #2 I never did a reading with this horse while he as alive. I did a reading after he passed as he passed suddenly and I was not dealing with it very well. He told her that he wanted to make sure That I knew that he loved me. That he had had back pain and it was his back that was the problem on the day he died. (Was down and we could not get him up. Even when we had him in a sling he couldn’t stand on his own) He said that he still came to visit but he showed up too quickly and spooked the other horses, so he would come more slowly when he visited in the future. This sounded so much like him. After talking to him I was able to let some of the grief go and there are days I am certain he is there keeping an eye on things.

Horse #3, the new guy. I had his reading done the same day as Horse 2, so I wasn’t as focused on it. We didn’t know much about him and I don’t think there was much added from the communicator other than he was happy to be with us. I should do another reading now that focuses just on him.

According to the communicator horse #1 liked to talk a lot. I have pages of notes from my calls with her and him.

[saddleup]

Years ago everyone at the barn was calling a communicator. I finally did call her, and our session was over the phone. I didn’t send her a picture. Well before cell phones and internet searches. The first thing she said after I told her only that my horse was named Rocky was “Oh, he’s got a blue eye”. He did. One blue eye.

She told me he loved the little girl with the long brown hair who jumped up and down in front of his stall. My daughter was 3, and that was how she greeted him.

He had been purchased for my son, who had a growth spurt and discovered football a year after we bought Rocky so I took over riding him. I asked about that, and he said he liked me “fine” but felt he was really put on the earth to help kids.

She said he hated the cross-ties, so I would either tack him up in his stall or tie him to a rail outside the barn. He stopped fidgeting and pawing.

My last question was if he cared that we’d changed his barn name to Rocky. I didn’t tell her what he’d been called previously. She got quiet, took a deep breath, and said he knew we called him Rocky, but honestly he preferred to be called “Big Boy”. That was his name when we bought him. From then on, I called him that although everyone referred to him as Rocky.

The communicator’s name was Penelope Smith.

[phantomhorse]

I am so lucky to count Nancy Walker as a personal friend. Before I met her, I didn’t believe in any of that stuff. This is how we met:

In 2007, I was brand new to endurance and even by the end of the season, I had not met too many people as the man I was riding for was quite anti-social. The Mustang Memorial ride was my last of the season, taking place in mid-November. As often happens at rides, even if you start out alone, you often find another rider or group of them that is going the same pace as you, so you wind up with company even if you aren’t looking for it. That is how I happened to find myself sharing trail with Nancy that day.

We chatted about nothing of importance (anybody that knows me irl knows I could and would talk to a fence post) and the miles rolled by. After the first hold, we went back out on trail with nobody anywhere around us. As we chatted, I noticed she kept turning to look behind me (we were riding side by side). I assumed she was keeping an eye out for people coming up behind us.

After a few times of her doing that, she stopped talking mid-convo and said something along the lines of, “you are going to think I am crazy… but did you just lose a black cat?” The question was totally out of the blue and completely unrelated to anything we had talked about. And I DID have a black cat… one who had died about 3 weeks earlier.

I said that yes, I did have a black cat. Nothing more and certainly not that the cat was dead. She then explained she was an animal communicator and that my cat was desperate for her to give me a message from him. I am sure I must have made some kind of face at her, despite trying to remain poker-faced, because I didn’t believe in any of that crap. She laughed and said I didn’t have to believe her, but she would just tell me his message and be done with it so the cat would stop bothering her. She would even slow down so I didn’t have to ride with the crazy lady any more. I have to admit, that wasn’t too far off from the thought that was going through my head: just smile and listen to the crazy woman and then find an excuse to not ride with her any more.

After my tense laughter faded, Nancy went on to tell me, “he says the broom was ok. You didn’t have any other way and he knows you loved him.”

I could not have been more shocked - had my horse altered her pace at all, I would have fallen right off. All the hair on the back of my neck raised and I was immediately fighting back tears.

A total stranger had just spoken about my worst fear and something no other human being knew about.

My black cat, Legend, was FIV and herpes virus positive. He had been dealing with both diseases for just over 10 years when the FIV finally kicked in and he wasn’t able to fight back from the last respiratory infection and it turned into pneumonia. When I left for work in the morning, he seemed to be doing ok (he was on multiple meds which he took with grace, ate his breakfast, etc)… but I knew when I got home and he wasn’t waiting at the door that something was very wrong.

I honestly expected to find his body on the windowsill he loved to lay on so much, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t any of the places he normally was. He didn’t answer me when I called him. I started frantically searching my 2-bedroom apartment and couldn’t find him anywhere. There was no way he could have gotten out as I lived alone (and he hated outside after starting life as a barn cat and never even went near the door).

I was on my third round of looking under all the furniture when I heard a weird sound as I came into the living room… and it was coming from behind the entertainment system. I leaned over the top in horror (it was angled against two walls) and there was Legend wedged into the corner behind it, gasping for air and blue. It was such a massive piece of furniture that I couldn’t possibly move it on my own.

Expecting him to gasp his last literally any second, I simply could not reach him, no matter what I did. In desperation, I called my boss (a vet) who lived not far away. He agreed to not only come help, but to bring some euth solution over.

While I was waiting, Legend’s breathing got worse and worse. I couldn’t bear the thought of him dying alone, wedged in the corner on my dusty power cords. I grabbed a broom, determined to fish him out. After some wiggling and prodding, I managed to get the broom under him and use it to lift him up the wall to a place I could get my hands on him.

He died in my arms, not a minute after I got him out. I was devastated - not only to lose my cat, but all I could think was his last memory was me torturing him with a broom…

NOBODY knew what happened but me. When my boss finally arrived, I just told him Legend had died on his own and thanked him for coming over. He didn’t stay long, knowing I just wanted to be alone to grieve. The broom was back in the closet before he even arrived. While I did tell friends and family that Legend had died, I sure as hell never mentioned the horrible last few minutes of his life.

So how could it be that this random woman could know to say that to me? “He says the broom was ok. You didn’t have any other way and he knows you loved him.” Nobody else knew it had happened but me and my cat.

I didn’t find an excuse to ride away from the ‘crazy lady’ and Nancy and I have since gone on to become very, very good friends. I don’t understand how she can do what she does and I am not even sure she knows exactly. But she is the real deal.

I can give countless other examples of her readings since then, including my horses pestering her over serious - Lam jumped out of the paddock and is in the yard - and serious-only-to-them - this hay (first cutting) is not as good as the ride hay (second cutting), tell her to put out the good hay - issues all on their own!

[ParadoxFarm]

@phantomhorse

So how could it be that this random woman could know to say that to me? “He says the broom was ok. You didn’t have any other way and he knows you loved him.” Nobody else knew it had happened but me and my cat.

This made me teary eyed.

[Halternatively]

Me too!

[Old_Mac_Donald]

Me too!! Oh my goodness.

[Spudsmyguy]

I wonder if a communicator could help me with a horse I used to own?

[2DogsFarm]

I’d ask.
Lydia Hiby can contact lost animals.

@phantomhorse I’m glad your AC friend came into your life.
They do say “things happen for a reason”