Hello, Catherine Clift here again. Now that you know about my passion for horses. Let me describe how I attracted my dream horse into my life at no cost to me. Yup, you heard correctly. Given to me freely as if someone would come up to you and say, “Hey, would you like a horse today?”

I knew I wanted a horse but I wasn’t particular about kind or breed in the beginning. Any horse that was alive and breathing was just fine, ponies even when I was smaller but it was a “no” to mules. They just didn’t have the looks or the grace of their near cousins, my true love.

That wish quickly changed in the early 90’s when my then husband and I were camping at Cumberland Falls State Park in Kentucky. Wanting to ride as usual, we found a wonderful stable near the park. There was nothing unusual about the ride until our guide mentioned that one of the horses was a Tennessee Walker, a gaited horse. It happened to be the horse that had been assigned to my husband. (Let it be known that my husband was not a horse enthusiast. On the contrary, the beasts unnerved him. To get him on a horse at any time took a Herculean effort and a lot of smooth talking on my part.) But amazingly he was enjoying the ride as he commented on how smooth the ride was. And then our guide started telling us about the Walker, best known as the Cadillac of horses, and I started to get a little jealous. Afterall, I was the horse lover. My husband couldn’t care beans whether he was riding a gaited Walker or a Mule. It just wasn’t fair. But my husband agreed I should try it, so we switched mounts in the middle of the ride. Oh, My God, what a horse and what a ride. The guide had not done the description of the gait justice. It was as smooth as silk, no bouncing up and down, no jarring or getting beat to death during the trot, so fluid and effortless, absolute, pure poetry. Well, I don’t need to tell you I was hooked. For the next 20 years or so all I could think about was owning my own horse and it had to be a Tennessee Walker. (It had to be a Walker because I was already over 40 and comfort was essential when it came to long rides in the saddle, especially a hard Western saddle.)

But in 2012 that all changed when I attended the local horse show here in Indianapolis. I was hoping to hang out with owners of Tennessee Walkers but found none, not even a booth to represent the breed. Such a disappointment. But, that disappointment soon turned to pure joy when I witnessed the parade of stallions and during that event I saw a gaited horse I had never seen or knew existed, the Rocky Mountain Horse. And what was so captivating was the unusual color, deep chocolate brown with a flaxen or cream mane and tail. And the mane and tail was long and flowing just like in fairytale horses. To put it lightly, it was stunning to look at even from a distance.

I quickly made my way to its stall after the parade to talk to its owner. I had to know more about this horse that had so caught my attention and taken my breath away. I particularly liked its size, small and delicate, about the size of an Arabian. And he was just as eager to share the information about his horse and the breed. In fact, he literally gushed with the wonders of his horse. In those few minutes I swiftly switched my allegiance from the Walker to the Rocky. That was the horse I dreamed of and would someday own.

Now, as a person into spirituality and personal growth, I had made of list of the characteristics I wanted in my dream horse and I would read it at least once a day. I had started this practice even before I had met the Rocky. And one of my points read like this, “delightfully affordable or given to me freely.” Those are the exact words that I wrote. And just a few years later, BOOM! Magic happened.

I don’t really know what sparked it. Perhaps, it was that inner desire coming to the surface. But I started researching Rocky’s on my computer at work last year during my free time. And such gorgeous pictures they were. My hunger came back, bold, strong and aching. I had to find someone who owned my kind of horse. I remember it was a Sunday in September of last year I was once again on the computer researching Rocky’s and a thought out of the blue hit, why didn’t I search for people who were selling Rocky’s in Indiana? Pure genius, I told myself, why hadn’t I thought of that before?

Thus my quest began and one referral led to another until I had located two stables within an hour and half’s drive from me. On Sept. 19, 2015, I got to ride my first Rocky Mountain horse and I was in love all over again. As luck would have it, I was able to visit the second stable, which was no more than a half hour a part, on the same day. Once again I was sharing my passion for these horses when the lady invited me to come down on weekends and ride. Whether she was serious or not, I took her up on it because I was serious. And ride we did almost every weekend and the weather stayed mild well into December.

And then there was the horse show in late October only minutes from where my Mom lives just south of Indianapolis. Many horses were there of every breed and description including other gaited horses, but I only had eyes for the Rocky. I remember, standing at the fence of one of the outdoor arenas and watching a gorgeous black stallion round the corner with a young 13-year-old boy astride. He was riding bare back and the horse was executing its faster gait. I was totally mesmerized by horse and rider. You talk about desire. I was almost salivating in response.  And the hunger, it was a burning, aching feeling that went deep into my gut. “I wanted one,” I screamed inwardly at myself, “just had to have one.” It hurt and it ached and it wouldn’t go away.

Two months later on Friday, Dec. 4th, I was calling Judy as usual to see if I could come down on Sunday and ride.  Let me think about it she replied almost casually, and then, she dropped the bomb. Almost as an afterthought she said, “oh, by the way, Janet, (the lady at the first stable) needs to get rid of some of her horses and I thought of you. Would you like one?” I don’t remember my initial reaction. I wasn’t even convinced I had heard correctly. My heart must have given a big kerthump at that instant. I was still in shock as she continued, “she has three older mares and I thought this one would be perfect for you. I’ll even board her for $175 a month.”  Second shock. The hunter/jumper stable less than a mile from me charges $750 board and the cheapest I’ve been able to find in my area is $350. I couldn’t wait to set eyes on my new horse. You talk about excited. I made arrangements to meet my horse that Sunday, a mere two days away. I couldn’t wait.

But my body was giving me a very different message. On Thursday I had been feeling a little off even some discomfort and pain around my waist but I shook it off telling myself my trousers were a bit tight in the middle. I was still feeling discomfort on Friday but once again I ignored it especially after hearing the news that I would soon be the owner of my very own Rocky Mountain horse. Saturday the discomfort increased but I still managed to go to my jumping lesson in the afternoon. That night I couldn’t sleep. My entire body tingled all over like pins and needles were attacking it and then there was a burning sensation like a bad sunburn. I tossed and turned but could not get comfortable.

Whatever it was I was determined that it would not stop me from making the trip down to see my horse. I was tired Sunday morning but excited, and that excitement squelched any sickness or disease in my body and kept it at bay until I returned home around 5 p.m.

Judy did not know what the color of my horse was. She turned out to be black with a crescent white star on her forehead. To me she was sheer beauty itself and her full registered name was out of a dream, Rain’s Magical Star”. I call her Rain and she is double registered which means she is or was extremely valuable. I would guess she is worth several thousand dollars. Why the lady didn’t sell the horses for money, I have no idea. I only know I was one of the lucky recipients. I was on cloud nine as I left the farm that afternoon folder in hand showing I was now her proud owner.

But when I arrived home, I physically and mentally crashed. I was exhausted and my entire body ached. After taking my temperature I realized I was running a fever of 101. I secretly suspected what was happening due to the appearance of an ugly rash around my middle. But it was not until I went to the nurse at my company the next day that confirmed my suspicions, SHINGLES. The pain of Shingles can be excruciating from what I’ve read. But it was not the pain that bothered me, although I admit it was uncomfortable, but the lethargy that came with it. It laid me low for three weeks or more lying on the sofa with no motivation to do anything but watch TV. My energy became so low that there were mornings that I didn’t even want to crawl out of bed. And when you’re naturally high energy like I am, this became intolerable. I really struggled to go to my job and even cook meals but it never stopped me from my jumping lessons or going down to see Rain.

From what I know about the Law of Attraction, the more intense the desire and emotion attached with it, the quicker the manifestation. That is what I believed happened with my dream horse. My desire was so intense in October, Rain’s appearance in my life was inevitable. And the arrangement was so perfect that I continued to manifest blessings. Judy is a distributor for a tack company, so I was able to get much of my needed equipment for 20% off and a local teenager who helped out at the farm gave me riding lessons for only $25 a session. And finally, Judy’s farm is only 7 miles for an enormous indoor riding arena that the owner allows others to use for free. So I was able to ride even when the weather turned colder.

So, that is my story (apologies for the length). Please share your stories of manifestation. What you wanted and how you manifested it into your existence, and how long it took. Or, perhaps you haven’t made it happen and you’re frustrated. I would like you to share these stories as well.

My next article is going to be about another personal challenge of mine, how it affected my self-esteem making me feel like a victim and an oddity and how I grew from the experience.

Catherine