Beau was a beautiful chestnut gelding who was suffering with an incredibly swollen face by an unknown cause. During a ride, his owner kept feeling that he was “off”, as he kept throwing himself on his front end. Returning to the barn, she noticed that he had become 3 legged lame. His back left leg was causing him to ride on the front end to keep the weight off his back leg, which caused him to now be lame on all three. He didn’t want to walk and couldn't put any weight on his back hind leg. The owner was unsure where the pain was originating from, but intuitively felt it was the hoof, and not the leg itself. The vet was called, but was unable to come out until the next morning, Monday the 24th.

Running a body scan, I found only his crown chakra to be running well and the rest either blocked or severely imbalanced. I began to run energy to his face and picked up that the swelling in his face was coming from a source underneath his eye and way up high in his gums along the left side of his face. Later, this was confirmed by his owner, that the swelling was mainly on his left side.

When I ran another body scan, I found that running the energy to his face opened up all the blocks of his other chakras. I then went to his left leg and began running energy. I found that the pain source came from his hoof and pain was running up the back of his leg just under the joint, but stopped there. In expressing this finding later to his owner, she agreed that she felt it was just the hoof, that there was a possible infection that had become increasingly worse. As I was running energy, I felt that the face and hoof were “connected energetically” like a rubber band was tied to both affecting each other. I then sensed that Beau was telling me something—that his owner was the key to solving the left side problem. Somehow the left side from head to hoof was an issue between Beau and his owner. In asking for the message he was trying to portray, the reply was, “See the signs, however subtle, look for the signs.” I also felt that there was a block between the two of them and told her that it was important she communicate her concerns to him. He already knows her concerns, but she needs to be honest with herself and open with him. This will unblock their issues. I sensed Beau was very strong willed, very bold, and stubborn, but I also saw a horse that wanted to be heard, and that she needed to communicate to him verbally her concerns, and that he would open himself up to her if she did. The root chakra came into play when I felt this. The root chakra was knocked off balance and indicated instability that his owner held the key to solving.

When relating this to her, she confirmed that he was indeed a very strong-willed stubborn horse, and she felt a block between the two of them as it related to his left side. I told her that I sensed these issues were a sign that she was the key to solving. Solving not only the illness, but the message behind the illness. I didn't put my ego to interpret the message, but I could feel that she knew the issue which corresponded to the message. My recommendation was to talk to him about her concerns, and that he would listen and work with her.

This made perfect sense to her. I ran energy to his front legs and found it to be a minor fix. I felt there was nothing more to worry about on the front end.

Results the next day.

I received a call from the owner. She met the vet at the barn around noon. As they proceeded to Beau, she described Beau's condition he was in the previous day, that his face was horribly swollen and he was three legged lame. She had not seen him after the healing session the night before. When they approached him, he came walking out of his stall walking and behaving completely normal, like “What’s up? I’m great! Oh, by the way, thanks for the healing, I needed that!” She said she couldn’t believe her eyes. The vet didn’t see any swelling in his face, although his owner felt there was a little still under his left eye. Beau's owner was completely dumbfounded and was almost in denial that he was no longer lame. She kept saying, “He was lame! I know he was lame!” The vet argued that he looked fine to him. They felt that the pain in his face was not an abscess or anything other than a possible bug bite or sting. In examining his leg and hoof, it was confirmed that he had an infection in his hoof as puss came out of the hoof and prescribed soaking his leg in Epson salt and hot water.

She then told me that she had a heart to heart with him about him, and told him that he needed to cooperate and hold his leg in the bucket of water and be a good boy. She was absolutely amazed when he willingly placed his leg in the water and held it there for 15 minutes—a change of character, stubborn to willing partner.

I ran an energy scan on Wednesday to continue his healing process. Beau recovered beautifully. A very happy moment for all of us!

One morning I received a phone call from a frantic Trudy on the line. Trudy is a very grounded person, free from drama, so I was alarmed by the tone of her voice. It was obvious that something was terribly wrong. Beau had been at the vet's all night with a severe case of colic. After being thoroughly examined, and dosed with mineral oil, the vet informed Trudy that immediate surgery was necessary in order to save him. In a state of despair, and afraid to put him on the table, knowing the prognosis is usually grim, she wanted to see what I could do first. I immediately hung up the phone and began a distant healing session on him. During the session, which seemed to last 20 minutes, I sensed Beau's distress of being away from his herd, which I ran love and calming intentions to him to relieve his anxiety. After 20 minutes, I felt the energy had maximized, felt the danger had passed, and even, oh! That he too was “passing”. During the healing session, I saw a beautiful Pegasus, and felt that Beau felt a deep connection to this, or that it was his guide assisting in the healing. It didn’t matter what the Pegasus meant – only that I felt Beau’s spirit jump back into a powerful happy state. After the session, I immediately called Trudy to confirm my senses. “I don’t know what you did deary, but he just took a huge dump, and he’s now running around like a happy lunatic!” She cried. I was so happy and relieved when suddenly, she said, “Beau just stopped steadfast, and now he’s holding up his head staring off into the distance. I don’t know how, but I really feel this - I think he’s looking for you!”

I met Wendy at an equestrian center, along with her beautiful young children; a girl and a boy around the ages of 9 and 11. They had a quarter horse named Blue, who they had adopted so that Wendy could share her love of horses with her children. Wendy lived on the backs of horses her entire life, and felt that there was no richer time spent in her final days with her children than in sharing it together with Blue. Blue was a gentle spirit that gave the three of them many days of happiness together. And when Wendy was not feeling well enough to come to the barn, my children and I looked after Blue until she was strong enough to return. Wendy was informed by her doctors that she had only weeks or even days to live. Every day we spent together at the center, we learned of this woman's angelic spirit and devoted love for her children and devoted husband. My heart ached for their family as the ensuing days wore on. Wearing a bandana around her head, where golden locks use to cascade down her back, she was never any less beautiful than her daughter who now inherited her long hair. Although she remained strong for the most part, occasionally she would weaken and share her fears with me in that she didn’t want to leave her children, but was given no hope for a cure. In one of our conversations, I shared with her that which I kept secret from others; my ability to channel healing energy. She was very excited about it and asked if I could help her.

A few days later, I found myself driving to her home, filled with fear that I could do any good. On the way over, I made a prayer calling upon Heavenly Mother and Father, my brother Jesus Christ, and all my guides, angels, and healing fae to be with me. I then ignited my Shakti healing energy, and before I knew it, I was at her doorstep. Her home was filled with a sweet scent of love, but with an air of sadness. The children were still at school, and although we were the only ones there, I felt that the room was filled with spirits. As if my prayers had been answered, the spirits had seemingly arrived before me, or perhaps they had always been there.

She laid on the sofa, as I pulled out crystals out of a special case that I had brought with me. Each crystal's color resembled the seven charkas colors in the body, and I laid them respectively near each of her energy centers. I then took out my crystal pendulum and ran an energy check over each center of her body. It was not surprising to find little to no movement from the pendulum, and having made a second prayer for guidance, I began to run the energy. During the session, I felt an emotional pain, a reference to her mother; something to the effect of an unresolved issue. As I delicately relayed this to her, tears began to flow from her eyes. I had never known anything about her mother, but realized that I had struck a cord. She seemed to know exactly what I meant, as the flood of tears poured endlessly. In this moment, and not wanting to pry, I could tell that I had struck the heart of her pain, perhaps even the source of her cancer. I lovingly whispered for her to visualize a reconciliation between them. I asked her to visualize it three times, or until she felt it realized.

After some time, I saw a smile on her face, and she became peaceful. A strange feeling came over me, and I intuitively said that the she was at a crossroads, and the choice was hers. Without saying anymore, I could see that she understood what I meant. The choice was hers to live or pass on. My attachment overtook me for a moment and I wanted to cry out for joy that she could heal. My joy was soon overtaken with disbelief, as I felt her make her decision. I struggled to keep silent. Tears filled my eyes, as I witnessed the path she had chosen. Brave and strong, I knew that she had made the decision, and it was not for me to stand in her way.

As I continued channeling energy, I then saw a huge eagle with its wings expanded and flying. I knew why he had come. And while I felt a strong energy of loving peace, I struggled with the decision that was being revealed to me. I asked her if she saw the eagle. She looked radiant, and with a smile, nodded her head. Mesmerized in the moment, I whispered the message that this was her spirit guide; to give her strength to whatever outcome she desired. Saying those words were not true; I knew he had come to carry her home. She smiled, and I saw on her heavenly face as vibrant as that of a healthy woman. After the session, we hugged and with tears in our eyes, she thanked me for helping her find her eagle. Her words haunted me as I drove away. I didn’t want her to die. But as I drove on, I heard the words in my heart saying, “Not my will, but Thine be done, oh Lord.” Whether it was God's will or hers, that day she embraced the decision with joy and peace and was ready to journey on to where she felt she was meant to be.

A few days later, I called her cell phone and got her voice message. We found Blue alone at the barn and took care of him as we usually did. The next day, I received a phone call from her husband informing me that she had passed over the same day that I had called her. He was crying, but felt impressed to share with me the moments just before her passing. He described that she had been going in and out of the spirit realm, talking to him, her children, loving and kissing them, and then talking to loved ones on the other side. When just before she passed, she smiled, looked up, and told him that she could see her eagle with his wings outstretched to the heavens. Her last words were, “He has come to take me home.”

Driving home from the movies with friends, Jake, a 13 year old boy, was sitting in the back seat of the SUV filled with girls. Suddenly without warning, he came down with excruciating pains in his stomach. “Dad", he said, “My stomach hurts really bad!” He was doubled over in pain and his voice was shaking while he tried to fight back the tears. Silence came over the car, and everyone looked on in sympathy. “It's getting worse Dad. I think I need to throw up.” “We're almost home Jake; do we need to pull over now?” A few seconds later Jake replied, “No, I think I can make it home.” Sitting in the front seat, and without saying a word, Giselle began to run “short-distance” healing on him. As they proceeded down the road, Jake was very still and quiet. Five minutes and five miles later, Jake sat up and said, “It's all better now, Dad.” “That's great Jake!” Later that night, Jake asked his Father, “Dad? Did Giselle do that energy healing on me?” “Yes, Jake,” his father replied. “Did you hear her clap her hands in the car? That was when she was done; and you said you felt better right after that, remember?” “Yea, I kinda thought that's what happened.” Jake said, “It hurt really bad Dad, but while I was in the car, I prayed, ‘Please God, please have Giselle help me.’ And she did! That was so cool!” Jake's father told Giselle of their conversation, and Giselle quietly went over to Jake and surprised him with a kiss to his forehead and walked away. Rewards that come from healing are immeasurable!

Mother slipped in the shower and bruised her tail bone. Four weeks later, the pain became worse to the point where Mother actually broke down and went to the Doctor. Mother never went to the doctor for anything, as she never believed much in them in the first place. So the family knew something must be really wrong for her to go for x-rays. The appointment was scheduled the day before a trip to Texas for Dad and her to see one of their daughters. She was not about to change her plans, so she was willing to take Lortab to help her travel. The x-rays found that she had broken her vertebrae. They recommended her returning for more tests and referred her to a surgeon. Father informed Giselle of Mom's diagnosis and she ran energy healing that night, before their flight to Texas. Mother took a Lortab that night. In the morning she didn't feel she needed the Lortab, but didn't want to take any chances while on the airplane, so she took another one for the flight. The following day, she felt good enough to stop taking Lortab altogether. Giselle ran another healing session the next day, and a third two days later. That week, Mother took Advil three times a day, then to one time a day, and now just keeps it available in her purse in case she needs it. Having returned to her confident usual self, she felt great that she didn't have to go to the doctors or have surgery and tells everyone that she knows how to take care of these things herself. Giselle never told her about the healing sessions. It is in the quiet compassionate service where the greatest rewards are felt.

One summer while I was attending a large rose garden, I made friends with an enormous fuzzy bumble bee. He was the largest I had ever seen. (I never asked if he was he or a she, so for the sake of argument, we'll say a he.) More over, his song was loud and low like a baratone, and very proud of it too, I might add. Every morning while watering the roses, he would bathe in my watering shower and follow me from rose bush to rose bush and then on to the other plants, which usually took me an hour to water. He stayed with me the entire time. This lasted the entire summer, and I became quite familiar with my bee friend, talking to him and singing along, trying to harmonize with him. The next summer, I was not sure if this bee would live on, as I am unfamiliar of a bee’s life expectancy, but I told him always to tell his bee family that if they ever needed me I would be here for them.

The following summer, our sprinkler system had been put in place, so hand watering was no longer necessary. I missed the moments with my bee friend and wondered if he had gone on. However my attention that year was focused on establishing a peace treaty with an army of wasps that had stung my family one too many times. I decided to let them know that they were welcome around the house, and I would not destroy them, but that they must not sting my family any more. It worked. No more stings, and they remained.

One morning I had opened my crank window and took the screen off to let the cat jump in and out, which was her regular routine. The window was right next to the large jetted tub, and with a large sitting area where one could look out over the rose garden. Walking by the window, I noticed a very large bumble bee had come in through the window and was lying, near death. I wondered if this by chance could be my dear friend from the previous summer? I didn’t know; but I felt him asking for help. Just to make sure, I asked kindly if I could help him, and then gently picked him up and held him in the cup of my hand. Cuddling him in a sphere of my hands, I began to run energy into him. I took the chance of being stung because of my deep love for him. After a few minutes he seemed to come around, and then flew off. “Thank you!” I whispered gratefully.

The next few days, the same bee would fly through the window every morning, stay for a while and then fly out. I decided to keep the window open when I was home in hopes of gaining a chance to see him every morning. However, a weekend grew near where I was going out of town for a few days, and had shut the window prior to leaving that morning. When I returned after two days, I was horrified to see that my friend was lying on the window sill. I didn’t realize, but I had shut him inside before I left! Devastated, I dropped everything and held him in my hands, and began to pray and run energy. Thankfully I was able to revive him again, and he sat on my hand for a while, and with a baratone song, hovered and then flew out the window.

Probably one of the most challenging healing sessions is one that is performed on yourself. As the power of healing comes from a compassionate heart, it is difficult to feel compassion for oneself. However the experience alone taught me how to channel compassion for others in a way that actually does enable miraculous healing for oneself.

...continuous attempts to destroy my stallions and myself seemed to have risen to an all time high. While I thought I could keep out any living cult member that had been stalking our home to prey upon our stallions, I didn't realize that there were those that a locked barn door would not. For on this morning, I unlocked the door to do my normal morning feeding and found my Friesian stallion frightened out of his mind. He was frantically climbing over his stall to get away from something that was inside with him. I screamed at the sight and tried with all my might to get him back over the wall that he had suspended himself. Finally able to get him off, I threw open the door that would enable him to get outside to his turn out. “What in the hell?” I said to myself. I had never seen such fear before. But it was something from hell. Something that had taken the lives of two other colts, and was now after my stallions. Having prevented the area cult from getting my stallions, it seemed that their spiritual leader was not happy with this, and was going to take us his way. Trying to get my wits, and his, I began to breathe and calm myself and him, and coax him out of his stall. He wouldn't come. He stared at the doorway as if something was there. He threw himself against the wall in his stall to keep as far away from it as possible. Something was standing in his way, and not going to let him out. I stood in the doorway and waved my arms as if that would do any good. The girls heard the noise and ran out to see what was going on. Finally I was able to get him out of his stall and into the bright sun. The girls stood stunned as I crawled through the rails to calm him. What happened next surpasses any comprehension that to this day has never been spoken of to anyone until now. Our precious stallion was thrown by something up in the air and flown back 30 feet, while I was slammed to the ground. Coming to my knees I heard the children screaming and saw blood streaming from my face. I crawled out of the rails and told them I was fine. But after walking only a few paces, I fell to my knees and knew that I was not. The only thing I felt at this moment was concern for my children. Kneeling on the pavement, watching the blood fill up the cement, I began to run energy with all my might. My children need me, I said. I am perfectly healed for my children's sake. My love for my children filled up my heart and the light that I normally see during healing seemed to come down upon and through me like a strong bolt of white that was 12 inches in diameter.

I was rushed to the emergency room and diagnosed that my occiptial orb was blown, my eye had dropped down as the canopy was no longer there to hold it up. Amidst the concussion, my nose had shattered into a mosaic of several pieces. It was literally gone. I was rushed the next day to a plastic surgeon who was just leaving to go out of town, but consented to help me. He was uncertain of what he could do, but I knew that all would be well and that I was already healed. I refused to look in the mirror or at the photos that were taken. I knew that the temporary physical state was not reality and I held to my self healing sessions for the love of my children. The children kept their faith as well and took over all of the chores of caring for all of the horses while I recovered. After the surgery, the surgeon was doubtful that I would ever look the same again. I was of course not allowed to ride, and my trainer continued training my stallion while I was in recovery. My mother moved in and stayed with me to take care of me, and the girls. Tired of being bedridden, I had to get out. Leaving the house without hair and makeup had never been a practice of mine. So it took a slice of humble pie to leave the house in this horrific condition. So, looking like the elephant man, I went to the store with Mom. The only thing that was more pathetic than myself was the look on people's faces as I passed by. Expecting to feel traumatized by their looks, I held strong that my true essence would soon again reveal itself. Every day was miraculous as I continued the healing and I seemed to improve 50 percent every day. When I went to my doctor visit, he was so shocked by my appearance that even to this day he still talks about it. With only a scar above my eyebrow, there is no evidence of the accident.

One of the most endearing moments of this event was the love I felt from my children, parents, friends, and even my horses. Being under strict orders to not ride, I was at one point able to make it out to the centre to watch my trainer ride my white spanish stallion, Descarat. My heart lept out of my chest watching him during his lesson, and I became sad wishing with all my might I could just be with him again, riding. After his workout, my trainer dismounted and Descarat pulled himself over to me. Usually when Descarat is done with his lesson, he is well done. But as he came to me, he laid down, which was how I mounted him always. I sat there with tears in my eyes knowing what he was asking me. “He wants you to ride, Giselle.” My trainer gasped in amazement. I was overwhelmed with this demonstration of love for me, and as I carefully climbed on his back, he took great care to stand and carried me gently around the arena. Never will I forget the love he showed me that day, and all the days since.

...More on this story can be found in Giselle's upcoming book. However, sufficeth to say, they moved from that home and area, and have never returned.