Cindy is trained and certified in Harner Method Shamanic Counseling, which consists of 5 one-hour private sessions, one session per week. With this method, the shamanic journey is undertaken by the client in order to realize one’s own personal spiritual power; and the discovery of one’s ability to obtain extraordinary, yet very practical, spiritual wisdom and answers to important personal questions. The shamanic counselor helps and guides in ordinary reality, but the actual “counselors” are the helping spirits. This is usually a very powerful and empowering experience.

Sessions are $100.00 each if purchased individually. For the month of May only, pre-pay 4 sessions ($400) and get the 5th one free!

Black Horse Consulting
Spirited Life, Wellness, & Soul Coaching
for Equines/Equestrians
Helping Horse & Human Find Balance in Life
www.blackhorseconsulting.com
Info@blackhorseconsulting.com
315.289.2030

Black Horse Consulting Grand Opening Special:
Heart & Soul Coaching Package

To celebrate RoseHeart’s opening at 5900 North Burdick St., E. Syracuse!

Because Shamanic Life Coaching is BETTER than therapy for those who are action-oriented!

This 3-month package includes:

- One intake session (90 minutes).
- Three in-person or telephone coaching dates per month, 50 minutes each.
- One 30-minute divinatory shamanic journey a month, subject of your choice. You do not need to be present for this — we can connect by phone.
- One soul retrieval with follow-up. A soul retrieval appointment can include things like restoring lost power, extraction of intrusive energy, soul remembering , or other types of healing. (2 hours)
- One past-life regression. (2 hours)
- 24/7 email correspondence – response guaranteed within 24 hours.

All at the substantially discounted cost of $550.00 per month when you sign up for 3 months (minimum recommended time for coaching results). You save $150.00 — AND receive an extra 10% discount if you pre-pay the full 3 months! (That’s an extra $165.00 savings!)

Contact:
Cindy L. McGinley
Black Horse Consulting
315.289.2030
www.blackhorseconsulting.com
info@blackhorseconsulting.com

Hurry, because once May is gone, so is this offer!

As if a concussion wasn’t enough to dampen my June, my beautiful cat, Moby, the feline love of my life, was killed on Saturday, June 23, 2012 by a careless driver. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. By that reckoning, I should be freakin’ MIGHTY by now.

Now, here is a bizarre story.

I didn’t even know Moby was dead until Monday. I let him out, as usual, on Friday evening when I went out to the barn to do my evening chores. He was never the kind of cat you could keep inside if he didn’t want to be there. He had come to me as a “feral” tom — just showed up on my doorstep one day and stayed. He looked just like my grandmother’s cat, Mister, a cat I grew up with as a child. As you can see from the picture, he was that gorgeous gunmetal grey color characteristic of the Russian Blue. And those green eyes! I was smitten, even though he was terribly underweight and had that bad habit of intact male cats: spraying. He also attacked and terrorized my other two cats, but his disposition toward humans, and me in particular, was such that I wanted to make it work — and once I had him neutered and taught him a few manners regarding the other cats and the rabbit, it did. But I digress.

I had to take a ride to Herkimer, an hour away, to get a special feed for my horse, Alf. So I left on Saturday around 11:30 a.m. I ate lunch in Herkimer, and got back home with the feed about 3 p.m. I had noticed that Moby wasn’t waiting outside the door like he usually is in the morning, but he has been known to do that occasionally, so I wasn’t too worried.

When Sunday rolled around and he still wasn’t home, I was concerned. Still, there was a time he had been missing for 5 days and had come home smelling greasy, like he’d been locked in a mechanic’s garage. After that, every time I let him out the door, I would tease him with, “Don’t forget where you live.” For six years, I have been saying that to him. I was hoping now that something like the garage incident had happened again, but deep in my heart, I was scared.

By Monday morning, I was frantic. I awakened knowing that something terrible had happened. To make a long story short, some investigation around the neighborhood turned up his body. My friends went knocking on doors. As well as I can piece it together, this is what happened:

I left for Herkimer. Sometime between the time I left and the time I returned, Moby was on his way home from across the street and got hit and killed by someone who didn’t even stop. Now, this was a 20 pound cat. There’s no way anyone could have mistaken him for a bump in the road. My neighbor across the street picked him up out of the road so his kids wouldn’t see the cat and be upset (since they just lost their little dog to the same road the week before). He placed Moby’s body back in the woods behind his house — something I am grateful for, actually. Because he did that (instead of calling the town to pick him up or throwing him in the trash), I was able to recover his body and bring him home. And even though it kept Moby’s death from me for two days, it also kept his body from being further damaged by other vehicles. (One should be grateful for whatever one can.) We buried him in the garden with honor and a ceremony befitting a great spirit.

It used to give me such great joy every day just to see him, and I marveled at being so loved by this wonderful cat. He followed me from room to room like a puppy…always had to be wherever I was. He was amazingly kind to small children, forgiving every pulled tail and unintentional indignity they showered upon him. Everyone who knew him, loved him.

I still see him everywhere, in my mind’s eye…by the kitchen counter, where he used to beg for dog food alongside Connor, in the bay window where he loved to wait for me to come home, in the garden nibbling the catnip, sleeping curled up in this chair or that one, flopping in front of me to get his belly rubbed, running joyfully across the yard to join me as I came in from the barn…there is no place on my farm that doesn’t remind me of Moby. I can’t stop crying. I can’t stop feeling like I have been sucker-punched in the gut by the universe. Repeatedly.

I know Moby was a free spirit on his own life path, making his own choices. I am grateful that our paths crossed for a time, but that time was far too brief, and the end so very unexpected. He was road-savvy. He was terrified of cars. And there is a stop sign quite near to where he was killed, so speed wasn’t (or should not have been) an issue. It doesn’t make sense — which leaves me with thoughts about humans behind the wheel of a car that are just too horrible to contemplate.

I will miss him forever. I maintain the hope of my faith that maybe he’ll decide to return to me someday, and that comforts me a bit. But right now, my loss is deep, and my heart is shattered.

- CLM

On June 2, 2012, I sustained a concussion. I must admit that, like most people, I had no idea how serious a concussion can be. Over the past month, I’ve learned first-hand that a concussion is a brain injury that may take 3 to 6 months to heal.

I didn’t go to the doctor right away, because I thought I was ok at first. Here’s what happened: I was clobbered with my 1600 lb. horse’s huge head as he swung it around toward me, from under my right jaw, slamming my jaw and teeth together and driving my head up to the left. My tongue was cut on the left side from being slammed against my teeth, and my face was swollen at the connection of jaw to skull, worse on the left. My face was sore for a week or more under my cheekbones and my teeth hurt. I very nearly was knocked unconscious, and had to “shake it off” like a boxer. I got a headache immediately, and have had one every day since. The next morning I was nauseous, but didn’t really connect it at the time. I went out with friends, went walking, did all my normal stuff as though nothing had happened. Yes, my physical innjuries hurt, but I would heal. No big deal, right? It wasn’t until a friend mentioned to me that I didn’t seem myself and maybe I should go see someone about it that I seriously considered the doctor. By then I realized that everything was upsetting me, that I was getting these bad headaches when I got upset and then needed to sleep (like, immediately). I finally saw a physician’s assistant over a week after the incident, and he said I had a concussion and sent me for a CT scan to make sure I wasn’t bleeding in the brain. It was pronounced “normal.”

Imagine my surprise when I found myself continuing to get upset about the slightest things, getting headaches every time I got upset, getting headaches and blurry vision while trying to read, and not being able to concentrate for any length of time. Sleeping for 10 to 14 hours a night, with frequent daytime naps. Searching desperately for words, as though the pathways were jumbled or my brain had to take a long detour to get to where I wanted to go. At times I was confused. If someone didn’t remind me of what I was supposed to be doing (for instance, while grocery shopping), I was lost.

   As my brain began to heal, I realized that I don’t remember much from the week following the injury, and people had to tell me stuff over again. I got really tired of hearing, “But I told you that last week — don’t you remember?” I struggled to find words in my normally extensive vocabulary, and sometimes had to settle for something close (but not quite right). My words would come out of my mouth in such a mixed-up way that even I had to laugh and marvel over what I had just said. I struggled to remember how to spell some simple words — an annoying handicap for a wordsmith.

I continued to have occasional nausea, amd the afternoon headaches were debilitating. I got behind in my summer course because of my symptoms, and finally had to admit to myself that I was in no shape to continue. I was allowed to drop the course late without penalty.

The emotional aspect and the duration of the concussion symptoms came as quite a surprise to me. I guess I thought I would be fine after a week or two. After some investigation, I talked with Don Brady, a psychologist who specializes in sports-related concussion ( www.donbrady.com ). He was kind enough to point me toward some articles concerning sports-related concussion, two of which you can find on his website if you are interested. Basically, I learned that I should rest, and shouldn’t be taxing my brain. That the symptoms may last months. I learned interesting stuff that I never knew about concussion, such as the fact that people over 40 don’t recover as quickly and have more post-concussion effects. That a “normal” CT scan doesn’t mean there isn’t a brain injury. That in addition to the actual site of brain trauma, the biochemical signals get all mixed up across the entire brain for a time and need to be given a chance to get back to normal. That the cognitive and emotional aspects of concussion (which is a brain injury) are often not taken into account, and that the brain needs time to heal.

It has been almost a month since my horse gave me what was essentially a left uppercut to the jaw with several hundred pounds of force behind it. I am lucky that I was not injured more severely. But it has taken me this long to feel able to write about it, and the headaches continue, especially when I get emotional or spend too much time using my eyes and brain. The word salad seems to be correcting itself now, and I am not quite so exhausted every day. I feel that I can slowly start adding back my responsibilities and client load. I am scheduled to see a neurologist and an eye doctor. A friend has also recommended an acupuncturist.

I feel much more like myself, improving daily, but I’m still just one click off the dial. The experts say that time and rest (and jigsaw puzzles) are the answer. In the meantime, I have to write lists for myself, and hope that the people I forget to call or email back are understanding.

Oh, and I keep forgetting to re-schedule a missed grooming appointment for my dog, Connor, so I’m off to do that now while it’s on my mind.

Blessings,
CLM

The belief in reincarnation (the concept that souls are eternal and have lived many lives) is widespread even in Western  culture. Many people believe that some sort of “karma” exists, and that they have been here before. Some people experience “spontaneous regression,” or spontaneous recall of past life experiences triggered by events in the current life, which can be confusing. Some people have fears or phobias that originate in a previous life and that carry forward into the current life.

Hypnotists routinely use age regression (taking a person under hypnosis back in time to a formative event) to get to the root of when a habit formed or a phobia began. Occasionally they are surprised when a subject jumps into a previous life experience. Brian Weiss and Thelma Friedman both stumbled across past lives in their clients quite by accident in the 1960s and 70s. Interestingly enough, Thelma didn’t even believe in past lives! However, she also saw it work repeatedly as a healing modality, and believed that it would be unethical NOT to use Past Life Regression because it was so effective.

Of course, for practitioners who DO believe in past lives, it’s a no-brainer.

Theoretically, this is how it works:

There are 3 types of memory: there is cellular or Body Memory, there is personality or Ego Mind memory, and there is Soul Memory. With Past Life Regression Hypnosis, we are accessing the Higher Mind, which then becomes the guide for the experience and holds the soul memory of all previous lives. The Higher Mind will take you where you need to go in your Soul Memory in order to facilitate healing for your current life and current life situation.

Knowing about your past lives can be healing because the work may bring to your conscious mind whatever may be deeply hidden in your subconscious. Past life memories are emotionally charged, and through Past Life Regression, we can examine the event, address the issue, and release it. By doing so, we can restore balance and wholeness to the current life. Once you understand where and why the issue originates, you can take your power back.

Past Life Regression can clear the way to allow you to live fully in the present, and that is, after all, the life you are living now. Releasing past life baggage can help you move forward in your current incarnation.

If this sounds like something you’d like to explore in a supportive and loving environment with a Certified Hypnotist trained to facilitate Past Life Regression, give me a call at 315.289.2030, or drop me an email at info@blackhorseconsulting.com .

Many Blessings,

CLM

Need a stocking stuffer for an equestrian friend? Just in time for the Holidays, Alf’s Little Book of Wisdom Sayings is available on Amazon.com. My inspirational horse has released a book of some of our favorite inspirational quotes.

Sunday, Dec. 4th, 2011 ~
Winter Open House
10 AM – 5 PM

~ $5 at the door ~

Door prizes – gifts certificates – Aura photograph & Reading

Gift Certificates will be available – instant help with your holiday list!

Linda Bloser and her Aura Photography

Anne Dougherty – Psychic/Medium Readings

Cindy McGinley – Animal Guide Readings

Kiki Waldron – Angel Readings

Laura Hudson – Reiki sessions

Francie Goff will present a talk on The Emotion Code at 11:30.

For more information, or for directions to the RoseHeart Center, go to www.TheRoseHeartCenter.com. To make your appointment for an Aura photograph or one of the readers, call 315-243-1828.