The horse whisperer
her beloved pet was dying, but helen comerford, 59, from stratford-upon-avon, knew exactly who to call...
All the way to hospital, Morgan was sending Peace healing
When I became the owner of 3-year-old horse Peace in November 2009, I felt our bond was instant.
I knew what he was thinking. I heard his voice in my head.
I was certain we’d been together in a past life as Native Americans.
He was my soul mate. Then, one day in September 2015, I got up early as usual to go and see him.
But a girl from the stables where I kept him phoned me. ‘Something’s wrong with Peace,’ she told me. ‘I think it might be colic.’ In horses, colic – a serious stomach condition – can be life-threatening. Panic-stricken, I asked my vet to meet me at the stables. I could hear Peace calling me in my mind. ‘Mummy, I’m dying!’ he said. My heart broke. Arriving, I took one look at Peace and I knew he had a dangerous form of colic where a horse’s gut becomes twisted. ‘It’s serious,’ the vet said. ‘We must get him to equine hospital to operate.’ Distraught, I rang my friend, psychic medium Morgan Class. She’d always been there for me. ‘Please help,’ I begged her, desperately. ‘My horse is dying!’
‘He’ll live,’ she promised. ‘He’s coming home and you’ll ride him again.’
Stroking Peace’s neck, I led him onto a lorry to get him to the hospital. I was desperate to believe Morgan’s words.
All the way there, Morgan said she was sending poorly Peace healing.
‘There’ll be a surprise soon,’ she said.
But, at the hospital, vets gave Peace just a 30 per cent chance of surviving.
He was taken for surgery and I went home.
I was devastated, couldn’t face the thought of life without Peace.
When Morgan rang later, I told her what the vets had said about Peace’s chances.
‘No, he’s got a 100 per cent chance,’ she said. ‘My healing will give him strength.’
Incredibly, against the odds, Peace made it through. He’d suffered no lasting damage, and would make a full recovery. ‘A miracle,’ the vet said. Maybe. Certainly Morgan psychically sent him healing.
Everyone at the hospital was astonished by how quickly Peace recovered from surgery.
He barely even had a scar.
Six days on, he came home, but I couldn’t ride him.
Only, as I fed Peace, he stared deep into my eyes.
He was saying I could sit on him.
As I lowered myself onto his back, I cried with joy.
Once again, Morgan had been right.
Now, Peace is back to his old self and I ride him every day.
I believe he’s only here because of Morgan.
She gave him the strength to pull through.
She is truly a force for good.