I wrote that there were four things that happened that day.
The other two were smaller but equally conception shattering. Here is what
happened.
After the ‘We are Not Worthy’ demonstration, I had a renewed
interest (putting it mildly) so really tried to pay attention to what Mary was
showing us. I was trying to do rib work, rib lifts I think she calls them, but
had no idea if I was doing it right. Mary came up behind me and put *her* hands
on *my* ribs. ‘Lift when I lift’ she said. So I did. Suddenly, I felt like I
was being hurled through space, electrified, up over the horse’s back. I jumped
sideways, staring at Mary. ‘We created some energy, didn’t we!’ she said and
smiled. HOLY CRAP. I really felt like my head had exploded. Keee-rraa-zzyy!!
The last one was when I was working on one of the old guys' tail. Tails and docks are just extensions of spines, you know. So there I was,
hands on the tail, doing a soft squeeze/lift movement, slow, slow, slow. The
horse started lifting and relaxing his head and neck, slowly, and in time with
my hands. I got below the dock, and *kept going*. I was doing the soft
squeeze/lift on his *hair*. And he was still reacting. I got to the bottom and
I kept going *in the air*. And he kept reacting. Whoa.
So when I went and worked on Cody’s ribs that day, I had
seen and felt things that fascinated and intrigued me. Remember I said that
Cody had big knots behind his poll, at that classic ‘broken’ 3rd
vertebrae. They actually would snap when he put his head down or stretched his
neck. After my attempts at rib work, and his changed stride in the equicisor,
when I was putting him away I felt his neck. The knots were two thirds the size
they had been. They were markedly smaller. Yoik.
