News from A Place of Peace – January 2012

January 22, 2012

Brumby mare and foal, January 2012

Brumby mare and foal, January 2012, in our house paddock.

It’s late here at A Place of Peace, the rain falls gently, and when we step outside, we’re greeted by the gentle knicker of a wild mother mare who recognises us as “The Ones Who Bring Food”.   It’s time for their last meal of the day, and the garden has been turned into a nursery for three mother mares and their little filly foals.  The house yard is quite large, and they go under the pine trees and the Hawthorn Tree, the little ones racing around with their tiny tails stuck high in the air.   They are so beautiful, and growing up in complete security, knowing that if they can’t find mum, aunty is close by.  The mares are great mums, and very proud of their babies.  I shudder when I think these foals may never have been born, and their terrified mothers, killed horrifically in slaughter houses which should be shut down forever.

During the day the wild horses graze peacefully in three herds.  Merlin the stallion has his herd which includes the baby colts Emrys and Arthur.   Three grown up colts have their own herd and the girls with baby girls are in by the house.  They are all close by and have the security of seeing each other across the fence.

Zeeka

Zeeka, who passed away in January 2012.

Sadly, we said goodbye to our beloved alpaca Zeeka recently, who pined after his mate Benji who passed last year in October. It is the end of an era here, with no alpacas standing guard over with the goat herd and Sarah the sheep – and to be honest I’m still not quite used to it.

As we were burying Zeeka, I heard the familiar sound of a wild goat mum who had lost her kids. Tamsin and I took the dogs, rushed over and found, thanks to the dogs, two babies left behind. My dogs are untrained kelpies, and yet they know when there is work to do. I asked them to “find” and “hold” and they did – gently, calmly, explaining to the kid that they were friends with thoughts and demeanour, so that I could pick up the baby and take them home.

If we don’t take them home, they are unlikely to survive the night.  We’ve been asked why the mothers leave them and it is for many reasons – sometimes they know the baby isn’t right.  Sometimes the babies fall asleep when the herd walks off.   Sometimes they want us to take care of them.  During the drought the word I heard from one mother as we collected her son, was “hay”. She knew her son would have a good life with us.  She knew he would have food.

Goat Babies, January 2012

Goat Babies, January 2012

Like all goats we’ve hand -raised, we introduce them to the other goats and help them get over their shock with lots of cuddles and rescue remedy.  They all are brought up in the house first. Tamsin is the goat lady and the goats adore her.  This brother and sister are living in the kitchen currently, getting to know everyone and life in the human world (that’s them in the picture sitting on hay).

The brumbies have been interesting. I was shocked to find hoofprints down by the creek, and even across the creek. It started when we gave them  a paddock hay that was not to their taste. It was too much like dried grass. We bought 200 bales of it, after being donated some other lovely meadow hay, which the horses actually like, from one of my lovely students.

Merlin jumped the fence and wandered around the creek, telling me in no uncertain terms that if we couldn’t provide “decent” food, he would have to take his herd to find it himself. And I don’t blame him. The grass is drying and across the creek are lush paddocks full of good stuff, but thanks to the damage from a flash flood we had, there’s currently no water over there. I explained to him that we were working on getting the pipe  fixed and if he could be patient, we would move the herd to greener pastures.

He jumped back into the paddock and I mixed lucerne into the less tasty hay.

Every morning there are 10 brumbies in the paddock, waiting for breakfast, looking innocent.

The brumbies have broken a few fences, showing me they don’t have to stay here at all if they don’t want to. When the shearer came, the nursery herd were so frightened that even the babies leapt the fence, joined the big herd, and they all took off. I had to run after them, calming them down, calling them in, and promising them that no one was going to be killed. Apparently one of the shearers sent a predatory thought to them. It might have been a passing one – but they heard it and shared it with me.

The horses are on extra alert when strangers come.  Their eyes go from soft and curious to wary and guarded.  We might be considered part of the herd but other people are either alarming or to be tolerated.  It’s all about relationship, building trust, and keeping promises.

Speaking of horses we are delighted in the now cemented friendship of Samantha the Shetland and Totem the Goat.  Totem was our first baby we ever adopted from the wild goats, and he would travel in the car with the dogs on outings, as did Sarah the sheep when she arrived.  Totem and Samantha are very bonded and sleep in a stable together at night.  During a recent flash flood, we brought the ponies and Totem up to the high ground of the house.  Totem refused to shelter on the verandah ( and goats don’t really like rain).  Instead, he stood outside the office window with Sam in the pouring rain.

That was another exciting night that had been foretold by a kookaburra, so we were partially prepared.  There was lightning dancing all over the sky, and it was pouring inside and out.  Once all the horses had been moved to high ground ( and I was grateful I’d got in extra torches) , I began to experience a moment of concern for our ancient house.   But then I remembered, two little bush rats had run into the house in plain sight, through the front door!  I knew then the house was safe.  And I silently thanked them.

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Billie Dean is an internationally recognised interspecies telepath, animal and peace advocate and award-winning creative artist.  She  is the author of Secret Animal Business, and  an independent filmmaker of inspiring and heart-warming films about animals and peace.  Billie runs a transformational on-line school Rainbow Fianna, teaching animal communication with ethics and an eclectic blend of native  and visionary wisdom to help people evolve into the human angels animals need them to be. With her husband and daughter, Billie runs A Place of Peace at her home, where over 40 rescued horses run free, and is the founder of The Billie Dean International Deep Peace Organisation, a not-for-profit organsiation to promote peace and freedom for all animals through the arts, education and compassionate action. billiedean.com 

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Kossie Brumbies Arrive at Ballyoncree

July 15, 2011

Kossie Brumby Mares on arrival at Ballyoncree

Kossie Brumby Mares on arrival at Ballyoncree

Suddenly, late last Wednesday night, we got the call from NSW Parks and Wildlife that our brumbies had walked into the traps. 15 of them, including three pregnant mares. They wanted to deliver them on Saturday, and I had to leave on Sunday with Tamsin for her writing course in Sydney. It felt like really bad timing. High winds had blown trees down across fences, the yards needed re securing and we had no meadow hay – yet.

I couldn’t sense the stallion I had been communing with down in North Kossi, and my sense of the herd that was trapped was that they were waiting for my decision. They had gone inward.   It was very curious. They didn’t feel like the family who had asked to come to me. And that put me in a huge dilemma. If they weren’t mine, then what about the promise I made to the stallion who had contacted me? If I took these horses, I wouldn’t be able to support the ones who had contacted me as well. And as a shaman, it is vital to me that I keep my promises.

It turned out they just didn’t want to pressure me. Or maybe it was another shamanic initiation of the animal kind. I nearly waited for the next lot. But I didn’t because on one level I knew these were the ones I was supposed to take. One of the ways I can tell is because I cry when I have made the wrong decision.  Or when something is wrong.  Or when there is impending death.   That is my heart intelligence speaking. I cried and so I quickly said “yes” to the horses, and we hired some help to get the place ready on Friday.  Kim Hollingsworth, who had been liaising with Parks and Wildlife for the rehoming of these brumbies, turned up with grass hay an hour before the horses arrived , and all deadlines were met.

In animal rescue, like many other areas of life, it usually happens that it isn’t the best timing, but you jump and step up, because you have to.  Some of this family would have ended up dead if I hadn’t jumped and as soon as I found that out – no question. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief and I felt I had passed some kind of test. Phew.

Learning to listen to your heart intelligence is something everyone needs to do now. If you are called in any way to help any animal, that is your heart intelligence. So don’t listen to your head or anyone else around you. Listen to your heart and enjoy a meaningful relationship with an Other, that will enrich your world beyond compare. Or perhaps, like my call to help the Jeparit ponies, it will lead to a new direction in your life.

And so the truck full of horses arrived.

The stallion, a beautiful intelligent big blue boy, came out of the truck first, backwards. Our ancient wooden ramp collapsed under his weight. And he didn’t bat an eyelid. He knew he was coming here. He wandered calmly unhurt around the yard while Andrew and I held a positive space to counter the concerned talk of them “breaking their legs” as they came out of the truck directly into the yards.   The stallion nickered, and out the others all came – one colt and lots of mares and foals – 13 of them.  One after the other.  All safe. They got out of the truck as if they were born to it. It was an incredible moment.

And so it was with relief and great happiness we celebrated their arrival in their new forever home. There was 14, not 15. And I found myself mourning the phantom horse, as we had mentally and emotionally stretched to take 15, instead of a family herd of about seven, which is what I had been expecting.

The stallion came to me in my dreamtime and told me his name was Merlin. He knows where he is and I am sure we will have a good journey together. He is gorgeous.

All of the horses are settling in quickly. They are so incredibly gentle and sweet. They told me they were used to silence and we were very noisy. They are now used to the dogs. They are so relaxed that they lie down. They are gorgeous and intelligent and we are so in love with them and I am grateful that 14 (probably 17 with foals) are safe from any kind of human abuse and cruelty and will run safe and free at Ballyoncree.

I would like to publicly applaud Parks and Wildlife and also Kim Hollingsworth for their work in rehoming the brumbies , instead of culling them.  This is the sort of world we want.  One of compassion and kindness to all species.

So for me it has been a bittersweet two weeks. The safe arrival of horses to a safe house, and the horrible murder of others who were not safe. The world will become a better place for animals, when we take the compassionate action needed to make it so.  And keep focusing on the dream we want, as if it is already.

The world is now a place of Deep Peace for ALL Species. It is so.

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Text and Photos © Billie Dean, 2011   (Permission to reuse photo applies.  Contact the photographer on www.billiedean.com)

Ballyoncree News – June 2011

The Ballyoncree Diaries

Solar Eclipse – June 1, 2011

Dusty

Dusty, at Ballyoncree, June 2011

Something pushed me awake.  I lay in bed, desperate to return to sleep.  I’d only had a few hours.  “Dusty,” I thought.  He had woken me up in that silent world of telepathy. I put my psychic attention onto the dog who slept in the office, the one who travelled away from us yesterday after one of his turns.  His heart had still beat weakly, but Dusty was not at home. I’d done a healing with him, reaching for Source and allowing the Divine energy of Light and Love to do whatever was needed for Highest Good.  And I’d left him, finally, on a cosy blue knit patchwork covered with a soft baby blanket, feeling so grateful for the donations of both of these and the kind generosity of the people who supported us this way. Our blanket collection had been getting thin.

As I went to record his condition in the Ballyoncree animal health book, I noticed the words ARS ALB 1M.  This is a homeopathic I use often for horses needing to make up their minds to stay or go.  And when I looked it up in the materia medica I found it perfect for Dusty’ s condition.  Weakness, debility, fever.  I gave it to him at 2.30 am, and left him travelling peacefully.  Now it was nearly 6 am and the sun was glimpsing on the dark horizon.

“I want a drink,” came the silent words, which had me leaving my cosy nest of husband and dogs and pulling on jumpers and jeans to tend him.

“I only have transition essence in the office,” I sent.

“That will do.”

I padded into the room adjoining ours, gave him another dose of homeopathic ARS ALB, and dribbled Transition Essence into his mouth.  Dusty stirred.

“Welcome home,” I said quietly, smiling with relief.  “Thank you for coming home.”

Dusty indicated he had to relieve himself, so I picked him up in my arms and padded outside, where we took in the dawn of a new day together.  He showed me he was stronger now, and we went to the kitchen for the fluids he needed for strength.  Rice milk and slippery elm is my favourite fasting and post-fasting food, and Vital Greens.  I had to syringe it in.

He slept again peacefully, and later was able to drink and take a few steps on his own.  Tomorrow he will be stronger still and we are all grateful for the heart returned still beating.

Dusty’s journey to us was a difficult one.  He has suffered kill pounds and shocking abuse.  But he is the sweetest brown kelpie you have ever met.  And we are grateful for his gentle presence. Still.  Every day is a jewel.

June 15, 2011, 3:00 am

I have just come in from moving the ponies into their stables for the few hours until dawn.  They are happily munching hay and keeping Bindi company.  Bindi is the most senior horse here, and it wasn’t long ago that we found him lying down in the morning after an autumn cold snap – in pain, not wanting to eat, and  blood in his stools.

For the blood, I started working with the herb yarrow, and gave him nettle for his alarming paleness.  The blood in his stools was from an intestinal ulcer.  (Comfrey and golden seal.)   My aim was to reassure him that he could live and recover.  I gave him anti-inflammatory herbs for the pain – things like white willow bark and others.  Oils, homoeopathy,  herbs and shamanic energy healing all worked together synergistically to bring him back to health.  It took a few days of intense nursing and then suddenly he was looking more comfortable, starting to eat, and the blood in his stool disappeared, as all the herbs and medicines kicked in and did their healing repair.

No vet.  Just healer friends, holistic medicine, and me.

Now he is eating well, has more strength in his greeting neigh, has well formed stools , free of blood and happily potters around with his girl ponies.   But his condition is delicate and I like to stable him at night for a few hours every now and then to check his elimination.

He also gets blood purifying herbs twice a day and Young Living Di-Gize before his three meals a day.

Every day he is with us, is a jewel.

Madness, these late hours.  I am high on cocoa – and the energy of the full moon.  Who can sleep in these exciting times, when the wind speaks late in the night, and the trees call, and the Otherworld beckons?  It is intoxicating to be wild, in nature, even if it is just carrying hay to the stables, shivering in my beanie and tying a scarf more securely around my neck.

Grandfather Healing Bear, my healing spirit guide, assures me that our latest rescue dog, Clea, will heal.  She tells me she feels better than she has for a long time.  She might have funny lumps and bumps and be very thin, but she dashes out the door at the mention of a walk or a car ride, is eager for food and stays by my side.  Just the other day, she chased a horse.

Happiness is half the battle in health challenges.  And so long as I don’t look at her with any concern, she remains happy.  She doesn’t want me to fuss or worry.  She is strict about that.  So we all remain cheerful and expect a miracle.  She, too, is on a synergistic mix of therapeutic oils, immune boosting supplements, homeopathy , herbs and constitutional drops.

I love seeing her happy.  And she is insisting I learn the lesson of never fearing dis-ease – to always remain positive .  I can see in her eyes when my eyes express concern.  So I look at her bumps and lumps and keep affirming her good health with truth in my heart.  She relaxes then.  It is what I teach my students to do as well.  Be cheerful.  See past the dis-ease.  See the beauty of the original blueprint.  Don’t  affirm their health challenge – help them resonate higher than the dis-ease so they can heal.

It truly doesn’t matter what the outcome is, so long as the journey is filled with love and happiness.  When you are doing all you can do to provide a being with the opportunity to heal, it is ultimately up to them to decide.  And right now, Clea wants to live, and is living with gusto!  And we are supporting her to do that, and benefiting as well.  She makes me take walks even more than the lively kelpies do – because it is part of her healing.

Tamsin is doing a great job being my assistant.  I have her giving constitutional drops from Vitality Health Centre to Willow and Clea, homeopathy from Holistic Animal Medicines to Raffi Dusty, Clea and Willow, and herbs and oils and supplements to Clea as well.  I do the oil treatments at the moment, and tend Red the cat’s eye, which went cloudy after he scratched it.  I simply use healing herbs and homeopathy in silver colloid and he is getting better daily.  Beautifully.

Red

Red, one of the Ballyoncree cats

Many thanks to Elaine Cebuliak of Animal Wellness for the suggestion of Copaiba oil (one of the Young Living oils). Duh.  It is the best anti-inflammatory, and I use it all the time.  Elaine suggested I put some on the back of Red’s neck.  As cats are very sensitive to the oils, I diluted with V6 oil (although Elaine shared that she makes up her own vegetable oil combination to mix in with the Young Living oil).

If you don’t know the story of the Ballyoncree cats, here’s a quick summary. They were found living in a cage outside the home of a backyard breeder around 12 years ago.  I thought they were kittens, and was shocked to find they were full grown cats, and had spent all their lives in this cage.  I brought home all of them.  Red was last to be rescued, as the breeder considered breeding from him.  The cats all lived in our old kitchen, used as a pantry, because they were too scared to move out of a small space.

Eventually, and with coaxing and healing, they began to explore the house, and then the property.  They would all come home at night and sleep by the fire with the dogs.  Often they would come for walks with the dogs.  Even across the creek.

There are only two left now, and they are enjoying being inside by choice.  Red is sitting on my lap purring as I write, and he features in my next book with lots of feline wisdom.

Smokey at Ballyoncree

Smokey, enjoying a nibble of grass at Ballyoncree

Smokey the 11 year old latest rescue horse is very happy and healing his trust issues. and his previous person is thrilled we have taken him because, “No one else up here would.”    He hangs out with the thoroughbreds, standing out amongst the bays and chestnuts and I know we will talk and play – when the time is right.  Recently he had his feet done for the first time by our wonderful farrier Darrell Bosley who we are very sad to see retire after 13 years of beautiful service.  Darrel never needed to halter our horses to trim their hooves.  They worked together in mutual trust and harmony.

Willow found the working bee a bit of a trigger, and had a seizure cluster of 20 seizures.  But right now she is great, and I have to thank Vitality for their help once again, and also Leanne at Holistic Animal Medicines.  Willow is on a ton of supplements and holistic medicines, including Young Living oils like Aroma Seize. and we love her just the way she is.  Sometimes she doesn’t seizure for months.  This year has been hard for her.   She is an awesome teacher and we have a history of past lives together.   We are her third home, and she’s deaf as well — but a bright and funny soul who has taken me on many inner journeys seeking help for her in this and other dimensions.

During one of my recent many explorations into the Otherworld, I realised that the reason Willow was so resistant to healing was because Willow  is actually healing me – pushing me to explore my connection to Source. my I AM consciousness, and the ability to invoke Divine Love for the Highest Good.

This was one of the biggest “aha’s” I recieved from the current Eclipse season that is creating change everywhere and opening our hearts to the Higher Consciousness flooding the planet.  I feel so humble in Willow’s great presence – that she trusted me to heal and remember who I truly am, so she could then finally be healed herself.

It left me feeling a little shaky.

Thanks for listening.   Watch for more Ballyoncree Diaries as they bubble up!

Peace and Blessings for All beings,

Billie Dean

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