This is a magical story, and like all magical stories, it unfolds over time.

Like many American families, my parents divorced, when I was five. My father moved out of our home, and into a small apartment just across the canyon that was our back yard! I could walk through the canyon to visit my dad any time I wanted.

My dad’s studio was located on the property of an old man who owned a retired race horse named Panchita. She was an old mare, 17 years old, velvet black, and regal. Her owner, whose name I forgot long ago, was too old to ride. So my father thought this was a great opportunity to teach his little girl how to ride a horse – at five years old.

I’ll never forget my first ride on Panchita. I didn’t know a thing about race horses, but I’d been on a few pony rides at Griffith Park. When riding a race horse, raising the reins signals to the horse to speed up. I didn’t know this, and neither did my father, at the time.

There was a well groomed  circular “race track” next to Panchita’s stable, and that’s where we rode: Round and round the circle…round and round. But on that first ride, I didn’t know not to raise the reins, and Panchita ran at full force – so fast – as if she were in a real race, with little five year old me holding on for dear life!

Of course I fell off, and crashed onto the hard gravel with an enormous thud! Crying hysterically was of no use; it only made things worse. My dad, who was not known for his kindness, ordered me to stop whimpering, and just jump right back on that horse!

“No Dad, I’m too scared. I don’t want to ride anymore.” I cried, hoping for compassion.

“Young lady you will get back on that horse right now or you’ll spend the rest of your life afraid of horses. No let’s go. You’re riding Panchita again.”

And I did get back on. And I was fine.  My dad was right. After a rough beginning,  I rode Panchita regularly for almost four years. And she was my very best friend in the whole wide world. But when I was 9 years old, my mom and her new husband moved our family far away, and I never saw Panchita again.

I always mourned Panchita, feeling like my best friend had been ripped away from me, without my permission. Panchita was my healing horse, because she took care of my heart when it was broken, when my parents divorced. It was Panchita who talked me through my great sadness, not knowing what was to become of me, in the madness of our broken family, and the never-ending feud between my parents. Panchita was, very instrumental in my development of my psychic awareness too.

Years went by, but I never forgot Panchita. Once I became an adult, self supporting and independent, I thought of owning a horse of my own, and I began looking, and wanting, and searching for another….Panchita.

But every time I did, my Spirit Team would respond with the same, strange answer:

“Five Hundred. Five Hundred!” What in the world did that mean, 500? I had NO idea!

In retrospect, almost 63 years later, I wasn’t meant to have a horse. I remember living in Florence, Italy, where I worked as an international tour manager, leading groups of tourists through Europe and Africa. I wanted a horse, but what was I going to do with my baby when I was on tour? I didn’t own a house, and had no place to put a horse. That was a silly idea back then, to want a horse when I couldn’t care for it properly. It wasn’t the time, and Spirit knew that.

But still, that nagging 500!

Years later, when I was in my late 30’s and even in my late 40’s, I always wanted a horse, but it never materialized. I was a mom, raising 3 children of my own. I had a job as a costume designer, and I was often traveling for film work. That was also not the time, even though I wanted a horse so badly. Where was my Panchita? I always got the same answer from my spirit guides: “500!” They said, over and over. I didn’t understand.

Literally Decades Passed, and Still, No Horse!

In 2012, the year of the ending of the Mayan Calendar and beginning of the New Era, I moved to the deep jungle of Costa Rica. It was part of my Soul Contract.  Thirteen years later, I bought some land right near the ocean, where the jungle meets the shore, and I set up camp in what would be my happily ever after home.

It was definitely a fixer, and I had a huge amount of remodeling work to do both on the house and the surrounding property. It took a good year to get it half-way decent,  to a place that I could be proud to call home. I’ll never forget the moment of revelation, and it came exactly on my one year anniversary in my new forever home.

It was December 11th, 2024. Exactly one year to the day of when I first claimed ownership of my farm. I was in the front yard, admiring all the work I had accomplished over the past 12 months. Lots of hard work, lots of toil, and it finally paid off. I was happy, and I knew this was the house where I would take my last breath before exiting this incarnation. It was perfect! I was in love with my life, in love with my house, and in love with Me! Everything was exactly as I wanted it to be. Considering I was already in my late 60’s, it was about time!

Marveling, and reflecting on how glorious God had been to me, and how happy I was on my first anniversary in my forever home, I heard a rumble. There was a ruckus in the street in front of my property. Curious, I went outside the gate to see what was going on.

There was a man on a horse, and behind him, strung together with five leads ropes, were another five horses he was pulling behind him, as they trotted down the dirt road right in front of me.

“Oh My God You Have Horses!” I literally screamed with joy, in Spanish, running up to the man whose name was Ray!

“Buenos Dias Signora, Pura Vida,” Ray responded as I approached those gorgeous beasts.

“I’ve always wanted a horse, please please I want a horse..Do you know anyone who might have a horse for sale?”

I practically burst into tears saying this to Ray. I‘ll confess right now, just writing this memory has me crying still, so you can imagine how it was, that first day, when Ray walked by my house, on my first anniversary.

“I have a horse for sale.” Ray answered.  “This one here, she’s for sale,” and Ray pointed to a chocolate brown mare, with a white diamond on her forehead.
“I want her, I want her. I will buy her. How much does she cost Ray?”

And then, from on top of his white horse, with a big grin Ray said: Five Hundred. Five Hundred.

Ahh, There’s The Five Hundred!

Suddenly it was crystal clear. Such a gift, all organized perfectly to manifest at the right time. The story was always written, way back before I incarnated. It was all part of my Soul Contract. The five hundred clue that Spirit gave me over the years was so perfect. Don’t you think? Wasn’t it the perfect ending to a long, long awaited dream fulfilled?

I bought Ray’s mare, who was only a baby, barely four years old.  She was about the age I was when I met the original OG Panchita. Of course I named my new horse Panchita. Of course I did.

It will be our first anniversary together, Panchita number 2, and me, new mom, on December 11, 2025. Together, we are creating the Healing Animal Farm. I have been training Panchita to heal for a year, and soon we will be ready for clients to come visit and experience Panchita’s divine ability to heal whatever wounds need healing. The heart, the Body, the Soul…?

On our Healing Animal Farm, we will have Panchita the Healing Horse, Stella, the healing dog, and Soleil, the healing cat. This is our start, and more animals will come as the days pass, and our farm grows. But we are here to stay. Panchita will be known for her great talent to mend what is broken.

And that’s the magical story of Panchita, the healing horse!