The Equibloom Method

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So far it’s been a much easier night. Uno is wrapped, warm and pretty calm. I have been able to just monitor. Readying to bundle up and head out to hold on to him before midnight comes. Fairly certain he will need support when the clock counts down.

Thanks for your prayers friends. Our Angels are watching. All is well. Welcome 2026.

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This is presence. Leon is able to be present for his students because he knows his value. This is love. He is. He belongs. He becomes.

Namasteed, a new division of the Equibloom Method. Please like and share!
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Edgar Cayce’s PROPHECY About HORSES Is HAPPENING NOW There is a prophecy by Edgar Cayce about horses that the world has ignored for nearly a century. He said a time would come when humanity, lost in its machine...

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She was a very good rider. Favorite movie. I love when she shows up at the race course. She smells the flowers and says, “horses”.

Before she was a Hollywood icon, Elizabeth Taylor was a little girl with violet eyes and a heart that belonged entirely to a horse — King Charles. He wasn’t just her co-star in National Velvet (1944); he was her confidant, her teacher, her first true love.

When Elizabeth first met him, she was only twelve. She later recalled, “He was proud, beautiful, and a little wild — just like I wanted to be.” During filming, the two formed a bond so deep that even the trainers were astonished. “It was like they were reading each other’s minds,” one crew member said.

Elizabeth refused to use a double for the riding scenes. She fell, bruised, and got back up each time. “I wanted to do it for him,” she explained years later. “When I rode King Charles, I felt free — like nothing in the world could touch me.”

When National Velvet wrapped, Elizabeth discovered that the studio planned to sell the horses. She cried for days. Finally, MGM relented and gifted her King Charles. “The day they told me he was mine,” she said, “I thought my heart would burst. He wasn’t just a horse — he was a part of my soul.”

At home, she’d visit him daily, brushing his coat, whispering secrets. “He understood me in ways no one else did,” she once told a friend. “When I was sad, he’d rest his head against me. When I was happy, he’d prance beside me. We spoke without words.”

When King Charles died, Elizabeth was inconsolable. She kept his bridle and a lock of his mane. “Losing him was like losing a piece of my childhood,” she said softly. “He taught me loyalty, courage, and love — the kind that never fades.”

Years later, when asked what her greatest gift in life had been, she didn’t mention jewels, fame, or film. She smiled and said, “A horse named King Charles — he gave me my wings.”

Oh how I love a great horse 🐴

John Henry wasn’t born to be a champion. In fact, by most accounts, his story should have been one of obscurity, not greatness. Foaled on March 9, 1975, in Kentucky, this plain bay c**t by Ole Bob Bowers out of Once Double was far from a show-stopper. He was small, rough around the edges, and had a bad temperament. The name "John Henry" was a reflection of his working-class origins, inspired by the American folk hero who outworked the steam drill.

With crooked legs and an unremarkable pedigree, John Henry was sold for just $1,100 as a yearling, a bargain even by the standards of the 1970s. No one saw the greatness lurking within the scrappy c**t, and his early career was as unremarkable as his beginnings. He bounced between owners, trainers, and racetracks, struggling to make a name for himself. But the fire inside him was waiting to ignite.

What John Henry lacked in size and pedigree, he more than made up for with grit, determination, and an iron will. Under trainer Ron McAnally, John Henry finally found his stride, and the world began to take notice. With the guidance of McAnally and the skill of jockeys like Chris McCarron, John Henry transformed into a racing powerhouse.

John Henry’s versatility was unmatched. He excelled on both dirt and turf, winning major stakes races across the United States. Despite his small stature and humble origins, he became a fierce competitor with a signature closing kick that thrilled crowds time and time again. He had a knack for knowing exactly when to surge, often winning by a narrow but decisive margin.

In 1981, at the age of six, John Henry made history by becoming the oldest horse to be named Horse of the Year, a title he would claim again in 1984 at the age of nine. His resume included 39 wins in 83 starts, with 30 stakes victories and earnings of over $6.5 million, making him the richest racehorse in the world at the time.

But John Henry was more than just a champion on the track—he was a horse of the people. Fans adored his underdog story and his relentless drive to win. Despite his cantankerous personality—he was known to bite and had no patience for nonsense—his toughness and determination made him a legend.

John Henry retired in 1985 at the age of 10, but his story didn’t end there. He spent his retirement at the Kentucky Horse Park, where he became a living icon. Visitors from all over the world came to see the scrappy little horse who defied the odds and became a champion.

On October 8, 2007, John Henry passed away at the age of 32, leaving behind a legacy that transcends the sport of horse racing. His story is a testament to heart, grit, and the power of perseverance—a reminder that greatness can come from the most unlikely places. John Henry may not have been born a champion, but he proved that determination and spirit can overcome any obstacle, earning him his rightful place as one of racing’s all-time greats.

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Some people don’t choose to love horses —
it’s already within them, even before the first touch, before their first step into a stable.
It’s not a hobby. Not a passion. It’s a part of their soul.

They are born with horses in their heart.
With eyes that light up at the sight of a mane in the wind.
With hands that seek the warmth of a coat.
With a heartbeat that echoes the rhythm of hooves.

These are the ones who find comfort in a silent gaze,
who understand without words,
who cannot imagine themselves without that deep, quiet connection.

Because it’s not just love for horses.
It’s when a horse lives inside you.
In your blood. In your breath. In your very heart.

Love Shetland Ponies!!

Look at them go! 😃 Well done to all involved in yesterday's Shetland Pony Grand National at Newmarket 👏

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Borrowed post for everyone who has horses, or is thinking of bringing a horse into their life: A FOREVER HORSE:
Did you know that less than 1% of horses are lucky enough to have a forever home? Horses give unconditional love and loyalty to their owners, the least we can do is commit to them and ensure they never know cruelty, neglect or hardship. When their time comes, whether it be through injury or old age, they deserve a dignified end instead of having to endure the horrors of the slaughterhouse; their last emotions shouldn't be that of fear, panic and terror! The only way to guarantee your once loved horse doesn't end up on a plate is to be satisfied with them no matter what, and commit to them for life.
A FOREVER HORSE:
Before you consider or think about adopting me, realise I am a FOREVER HORSE.
I am not an.... until you get bored or lose interest in me horse.
I am not an.... until your child goes off to college or finds boys instead horse.
I am not an.... until I get old horse.
I am not an.... until I get lame horse.
I am not an.... until you have to move horse.
I am not an.... until you get a new younger horse horse.
I am not an.... until you get pregnant horse.
I am a FOREVER HORSE.
If you cannot promise FOREVER, I am not your horse.
I have been through too much already.
To ALL our horses!