I’m guessing that one reason you ended up at this site was because you feel a connection to horses. Of course you do! Were you one of those kids, like the girl in National Velvet, who cut pictures of horses out of magazines and curried them, because you had none of your own? Or did you collect horse toys and figurines, or watched The Black Stallion more times than you could count, read horse books, or were simply enraptured when you saw horses in the flesh? The drive to be near horses, to touch them, to care for them, and to ride them, can be overwhelming. Why do you think this is? It’s a valid question, especially if you grew up without horse folks in the family, or even if you did.
One reason might be that it’s in your blood. My maternal grandfather, Stanley Thompson, served with the New York National Guard as a Sergeant in the 1st Cavalry regiment in the Mexican Punitive Campaign from 1916-1917. I never knew Grandpa Stanley, as he died before I was born, and so I never got any stories. But I remember seeing his saddle, kept for a time by my Aunt Nancy, and I have his blunt spurs and the saddle blanket he used. So he had to have been a horseman.
A second family link came from a three times great-grandfather, Robert Candy of Angus, Scotland, who was in the Royal Horse Artillery in the late 1850’s, serving in India for four years during the time of the Indian Mutiny and eventually attaining the rank of Sergeant-Major after twenty-one years.
A third family link, that I only just found after on-site research in Oneida county, New York, as that another three times great-grandfather, John Jones, was a Foreman and Livery Agent at the Butterfield Livery Stables on Main Street, Utica, in the mid to late 1840’s. The stables were described in a 1904 newspaper article as “greater than any livery business in Utica today, for 80 horses were cared for at these stables.”
All this is astonishing but somehow comforting to me, as I feel solidarity in the knowledge that some of what I take joy in- the sight, smell, feel and care of horses- had to have been shared to some extent by family.
Given that cars did not exist before the late 1800’s, I would imagine that many people may have had horses in their lives to some extent. So if you have an inexplicable pull towards horses, perhaps it’s in your blood!
Remarkable as family connections to horses are to discover, you may have even older connections. As in… a previous life. Or lives.
In July of 2021, I was told by a well-known Medium that my connection to horses went back to Roman times. She said I drove a chariot and even told me a story of a specific incident.
It seems that I was a young man with a strong sibling rivalry with a half-brother, who bet me that he could beat me in a chariot race. We each drove two horses. Without my knowing, my brother substituted a breeding stallion for one of his horses, thinking that he would have an edge in the race. The stallion, however, was not trained for racing, and got hurt in the process.
The Medium told me that I discovered this and amidst clouds of dust, managed to drive my team in front of my brother’s to stop him and leaped off to examine the stallion. She said that I was so upset over the horse’s treatment that I chose the horse over my relationship with my brother, terminating our relationship and threatening to tell the authorities of what he had done (which was a crime) if he ever spoke to me again. The Medium described my binding up a wound on one of the stallion’s legs and leading him away.
This story literally made my mouth go dry. You can believe it, or not, but I do, because this Medium has done readings in which she knew things about family members of mine that were not possible to know by normal means. I was amazed. So perhaps a past life connection could also be another reason for our attraction to horses.