Photo ~ Richard Lee Smith Jr.

Last night I was suddenly jolted from a deep sleep.  I was woken up by the sound of pounding hooves running through my neighborhood streets. Back and forth click clack- click clack frantically pacing. I slowly began to realize a horse was loose. The longer I listened, I could tell he was getting increasingly panicked by his loud screams. I live on the top of a mesa in the Santa Monica mountains. So sounds in the middle of night can be deafening. I tried to ignore it and go right back to sleep. But an animal in distress, ALWAYS pulls on my heart strings.

I dragged my tired, half awake, self out of bed. I put my shoes and jacket on and went outside and followed the sounds of the horse. I went towards him. How stupid, I thought. Whats the horses name? I don’t have a rope, what am I supposed to do now? I proceeded to call out and move towards the panicked horse.

As I got closer the horse galloped up to me in full force. I stood there a tad bit intimidated thinking, oh my god this horse is huge and it can crush me. How ridiculous of me to think I could help. All I could do was stand frozen in fear.

But to my surprise he came up to me inches away and bowed its head. I reached my hand up and gently petted him to give him some comfort. He stood with me under the night sky panting loudly. He calmed down a bit and without any words, I felt an exchange of energy. A calmness began to arise in my own body. In about a minute or two he ran off down the hill. Well maybe thats all this was about to calm his stress, I thought.

I walked back to my house under a dimly lit new moon sky. The fog had come in and there was a mystical dreamy visual. I was intrigued by the magical evening that lured me out at 3 A.M. In a dream like state but fully awake I looked up and saw several shooting stars. I thought how precious my life had become. My only wish in that moment was to share what I have learned. My heart was full and my mind was humbled like a child.

It wasn’t always like this I thought. There was a time when all I wanted was to stop the chronic turmoil I felt inside. It was always a mystery to me as to why I couldn’t function. How did it all change? Hah. I chuckled to myself. It was years and years of being committed to working on myself. Even prior to meeting my teacher, Papa Joe, I REALIZED healing those deep deep ancestral wounds that go beyond psychology would be my mission.
The pain I once carried would have never let me stare at a sky like this and feel at home within myself. Wow. I have come a long way. I am not the same scared girl I once was. I was thankful to the horse that lured me into the night to receive such a powerful blessing. And thankful to Papa Joe for all his teachings that excelled my journey of healing my ancestral wounds.

As you once said Papa, “There can be no real healing until we heal our ancestry.”

“About ten years ago, I came across Shari. I had tried several other practitioners. She had none of the ego and endless BS of the other healers. She was direct and her touch took me to another place. All I know is when I got off the table I was regenerated. What Shari does can not be explained, only experienced. Through Shari I have been able to grow and come into my purpose. Once you go to Shari you will not want to go to any other energy healers afterwards.”   ~ Avi