I'm a no-nonsense type of woman who is all about fulfilling the Mission of www.harmonyhills.org.

Our Mission is to provide a forever home for abused, neglected, abandoned, unwanted horses, dogs, cats, birds, goats, or whatever animal comes our way.

We don't care about the "breed", color, confirmation, illness or handicap of the animal.  We believe that all animals are spiritual beings and deserved to be treated as such.

We believe that our life's purpose is to provide a peaceful, loving and caring environment where these abused animals can live out the remainder of their lives FREE from harm and exploitation.

I have been criticized by my mother for my love of animals. We couldn't  have any animals when I was young because my mother didn't like animals.  What a shame for me that I was born to a mother who didn't share my passion for life.

 But, as I learned, we humans are at different stages of evolvement. I am an old soul and my mother is a younger soul. We came together in this lifetime because we had lessons to learn from each other. .

All life has value; it is not disposable or to be used and abused.
 I have rescued many horses who had been over-used and abused and then discarded because they no longer had any value.. Specifically, my lesson was to love them unconditionally; that is without expectation of what they could do for me.

I rescued a horse who had been badly beaten in her stall. The halter was deeply embedded in her head and had to be cut off. She didn't trust anyone, including me. I had to be very careful with her because she would strike out to defend herself or turn her butt to me threatening to kick me. I consulted my friend, Teddy, who tuned into her and told me that she wanted to be called Cherry and that I needed to move slowly around her. 

The trouble with horses, or any animal,  who have been this badly abused is that they can experience a flash back and lash out at an innocent victim. Every night, I checked the horses' water bowls, and on one particular night, I moved too quickly and it appeared threatening to her, so she attacked me. She bit my boob so badly that I saw stars!  I knew that I couldn't raise my voice or strike out at her, so I decided to talk with her and take away her carrots. I gave everyone a carrot but her. Now, don't snicker.......horses understand every word we say.....and she understood what I meant. After about a year, she realized that she was safe with me and trusted me enough that I could touch her all over her body and she enjoyed the attention. She knew that my motivation and intention was to help her, not to hurt her. 

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For  one of my major birthday's,  I wanted a young colt to bring up lovingly and gently. I didn't want anymore hot horses, so after reading about the different breeds, I knew that the Friesians were for me. 

One day, I said: this is the day, and went to the computer to do a search for a Friesian colt. I found one. Instinctively, I knew this little fellow was for me and thought hallelujah. So, I named the little fellow Harmony Hill’s Hallelujah.  

It has been said that God works in funny ways....... When I contacted the farm manager about the young colt I found on the internet,  I made a connection with a friend from a past lifetime who was battling cancer. Tammy and I chatted on the phone weekly. She kept in touch with me about Hal and I with her about her health and her beloved horse, Coltan.  We would talk for hours because we shared similar life circumstances and besides, I was a good listener and she could vent.

   

  

As special as Hal is to me, her horse, Coltan, was just as special to her. We made plans for her to visit in the summer of 2011, but that never happened. She stopped emailing me during September of 2010 because she didn’t have the strength. She told me that her body couldn't handle another chemo treatment; her body was fragile and couldn't handle the poison. She lost her hair and her teeth and her skin was so thin that she was afraid of it tearing.  But, her link to life was Coltan and she couldn’t and didn’t make any arrangements for him in case she passed on.

In November, I call her husband, David, and left a message about Coltan because I couldn’t feel Tammy’s energy anymore. In the later part of March I received a call from her husband, David. He said that of all the messages, he only saved mine, but he didn’t know why. He told me that he consulted a psychic and asked about who should get Coltan. The psychic said that he should go to a girl with red hair and she has a white pigeon. I have red hair thanks to henna and I have a pigeon named Walter who has white on him, but he isn’t totally white. Close enough! We made arrangements and I had Coltan shipped from Indiana to Rumney, NH.

Spirits – be they human or animal – can read our thoughts. I asked Tammy to accompany Coltan on his journey because it was going to be a long one – over 12 hours. Coltan arrived at 10pm, got off the trailer, came over to me and nuzzled me.  Side by side we walked up my two thousand foot driveway to his new home. I had been talking to Coltan – just sending him loving thoughts and telling him what to expect. He settled in beautifully and made friends with Trudy and Hal.

If you're adopting or rescuing an animal, before you bring it into your home, send loving thoughts to him or her. Visualize the animal and send it your thoughts because thoughts are energy forms that you can direct to whomever you choose. Animals pick up not only our thought forms, but our feelings too. Sometimes, we humans can be obtuse, but for the most part, we can feel bad vibes coming our way and these bad vibes are negative thought forms.  We are made up of energy and all energy has intelligence - we just have to be open to reading it. I read a wonderful book by Michaelle Wright - Behaving As If The God In All Life Mattered. It was about reading energy and I highly recommend the book to everyone who wants to be able to communicate on a deeper level.

Now, getting back to my connection with Tammy and the owner of the Friesian farm, it didn’t end with Coltan's adoption. In August of 2011, I received a phone call from the owner of the Friesian farm, Dan. I had been making monthly calls to him about Hal’s progress. He was amazed to learn that Hal grew to be almost 17 hands and that he’s about 1500 pounds. Hal’s dad, Darth, was about 15.2 hands. Anyway, Dan told me about his brother, Elam, whose 15 year old mare, Nynke, could no longer carry a foal to term. Rather than send her to an auction (aka the killers), he asked if I would take her. Without hesitation, I said yes and made arrangements to have her trucked from Gap, PA to NH.  Nynke arrived and our love affair began. My purchasing Hal resulted in me saving two lives.

I’m trying to relay to folks that horses – all animals – are very sensitive. They know what we’re going to do before we do it because they can read our thoughts. Last year, on November 10th, I found Coltan in his stall with his head hanging low. He was depressed. Immediately, I called Tammy’s husband, David, and asked about the exact day Tammy transitioned. He said November 11th. In front of Coltan, I called upon Tammy's spirit  to talk to her horse because he is very sad. From time to time, Tammy talks to Coltan who is now happy, well-adjusted and he knows that he is loved.

“You have to learn to say no” is what I often hear from my mother who has no idea how many horses I do have, and, that my friends, is our secret. My own mother said that I was too generous, but can we ever be too generous? Money is not my god; it is a medium of exchange; it is a tool.  My standard response to my mother is: “Kay, when I pass on and go upstairs, I won’t be asked about how big my 401K was, or about how many bank accounts I had.  I will be asked how I used my money to save life.”  I didn't get into the part about the animals I saved being there to greet me because that  would be over the top for her. But, every animal a person loves or saves, be it a mouse, squirrel, skunk, dog, cat, horse, elephant - whatever species - will greet you when you transition. I saved thousands of black flies once.....I bet they'll be there to greet me.

I named my farm Harmony Hill because one, I live on a hill, and two, it is my life's aspiration to live in Harmony with all life. I have no trouble with animals and nature, but humans are another story, and then, there's living in harmony with oneself. I'm too hard on myself - while I don't expect perfection from others, I do from myself, and what makes this ridiculous is that I know we cannot be perfect in human form.  I need to remind myself of my friend, Ted's, advice - "you are a child of God who is learning your lessons - be kind and gentle with yourself  and don't punish yourself because that is counter-productive to your spiritual growth. You wouldn't get upset with a child who is having trouble learning his/her lessons, then why get upset with yourself?" Remember that folks, we are here specifically to learn our lessons; earth is a schoolroom for us to evolve spiritually.

On a daily basis, I have a lot of work to do, but don't make a big deal about it because I consider it to be service, not labor.  One day, a friend asked me to help her paint her new house so she and her husband could move into it. Before I left, my mother called and asked me what I was going to do that day, so I told her. Her response was:  “with all you have to do, you’re going to help someone else? Well, that’s who you are.” That was such a great compliment.  We are here, on earth, to help each other, the animals and to be respectful of Mother earth. That's what I’m all about.

At the end of my time on earth, I want to know in my heart that I made a difference, no matter how small. When people come together with a common goal to do good, we can accomplish miracles. We don't need gobs of money, we just need to pool our energies and focus on the change we want to be in this world.

We need your help to save more lives. Any donation will be greatly appreciated, and it's tax deductible too!

God Bless,

Kathe, Ann, Mary Fran, Debbie and Linda