Who can hop onto a colt who has not been started and just ride in a huge parade with mayhem and the colt behaves perfectly? The Ultimate Trainer, that’s who.
The Faithful and True is the archetypal Divine Horseman and He rode through me today, training us both on this Palm Sunday as I recited His mantra, “In the name of Jesus Christ, Peace be still, peace be still, peace be still, peace be still” over and over and over again as I rode. I started our ride striking a Tebow stance before mounting Splendid High, who was full of himself today.
There is no better trainer than He and He works best in my life through the holy rosary. The worst ride I had on River Island was on November 2, 2010. It was election day and I went right into election prayers at the 5 am prayer hour. Usually I started with the rosary. It was later when I had a lesson from a dressage trainer who fashioned herself a Christian, that River Island’s composure and mine erode and quickly went downstream fast. We were at loggerheads and it was not pretty or flowing or composed at all.
Later, as I reflected upon why the day was so inwardly bad for me, I realized I hadn’t given the rosary. The next day, I had to make a serious amends to River Island, known as Jack, that I would never again ride him without having prayed the rosary.
With Splendid High, known as Mel, I probably would not be in one piece without the holy rosary as the ultimate training tool. Mel can go into full boogie mode in a heartbeat and using the mantra given to Elizabeth Clare Prophet by Lord Christ Jesus of “Peace be still” as a perpetual prayer is a life saver. He is much calmer now and we both have learned to find peace in the Lord. Thank You O Trainer Divine! Hosanna to the Highest! Amen.
dedicated to the memory of River Island and his Lord..you are the best guardian, Angel Jack
Looking for a trainer, the best horseman of all, in search of the best, I found The Faithful and True. While I struggle under the financial gun, He comes to redeem and to heal. We shall hit the road one day but until then, I have a mission to witness unto Him and His Coming here.
He made Himself clear to me last Easter and with His reign in my heart, He brought much needed rain, a downpour in answer to prayers at the Crosswalk on Good Friday. We hope for a repeat this year as the land is arid now. Is this the result of a lack of receptivity to the Spirit, as one prophet has said? Or are we reaping what we have sown in denying His reign in our hearts? Are we the kings of our universes or is He given the seat of authority?
What would Jesus do? “Come, Holy Spirit, enlighten me!” For now He would rest in His Place Prepared, if they would give Him room. Is there a stable where He could keep His horse and water for His steed?
All I know is that I encountered the Faithful and True amidst a torrential rain at the Beartooth Ranch last Easter, while reading His words recorded by one Prophet infired by the Holy Spirit in “Walking With the Master” published by The Summit Lighthouse. Now I live to tell the tale of His appearing in waiting hearts prepared. And I ride for the Way, the Truth, and the Life on the Splendid High horse whom He trains–a 24 carrot horse, if ever there was one. He has a heart of 24 karat gold and He rules us both with the Golden Rule. O Lord, You are our true Friend who will not fail us as we “publish abroad” of my healing through You. Thank You forever! Amen.
The Faithful and True rides on to defeat the Death Rider yet sometimes even He is curtailed. Does He regroup or retreat?
The specter stalks the land and “the worst are full of passionate intensity.” These passions are playing out even amidst the Second Coming of the Christ into the manger of the heart prepared.
He appears at a Ranch and with Him, rain. He reigns forevermore with the reins in hand and the steed in control. Amen.
Today I begin anew and dedicate my life and world to the Holy Spirit. Guide me O Spirit Most Holy in pursuit of the Faithful and True and to witness to finding Him. Amen.
My ego hath led me astray but Thou O Lord hath given me a leg up again on Thy Splendid High horse, who refuses to be a carrier of my bloated ego or in service of it. Together we get better, truly, from the unruly demands of egos past and present, but not Omnipresent as Thou art. Ride on O Faithful and True and defeat the Death Rider! Amen.