Jason the Horse - What if You are a Horse in Human Form?

For the benefit of those readers who suspect that they are equine (and for those who think they may know horses in human form), I will describe the ways that we know what we are, which vary from individual to individual. Some of us have actual memories of previous lives in our natural equine forms (including recognizing existing stables or farms where we lived), while for others it can be any combination of memories and/or other things such as:

Being recognized as a fellow horse by other horses (often accompanied by astonishment or fear from them);

An ineffable but powerful knowing that one is a horse;

Knowing instantly how to communicate with horses upon first meeting one;

Feeling a very strong sense of belonging with (and being accepted as a herd member by) other horses;

Walking continuously on all fours instead of upright when learning to walk, even after the time when bipedal locomotion should have been mastered;

As a child, having found the use of ones thumbs and/or fingers confusing or perplexing (as if they were alien extremities to you) well after the time when you should have mastered their use;

As a child, having found the experiences of seeing in full color, not seeing the sides of your face, and not seeing with nearpanoramic vision to be strange;

Having (or having had) "phantom" horse parts such as a tail, that one can/could actually feel;

Having equine reactions, such as spooking at innocuous objects or situations that one doesn't immediately comprehend;

Having been challenged by stallions or "propositioned" by mares (or by stallions, if one is female);

Having always found some common human assumptions and notions (such as No Pain, No Gain, to give a trivial example) to be completely alien to one's way of thinking;

Having strange combinations of medical conditions that, taken as a whole, point to one's being a horse, and;

Having known you belonged with horses as well as having had an overwhelming sense of familiarity with them the first time you caught the scent of one.

Not every horse in human form is aware that he or she is one at an early age, and I can well understand why the process of realization is often a gradual one. Many of us, had we been fully aware of our true equine identities as small children, would have pined for getting our hooves back to the exclusion of all else! In order to be of help to our people and to humanity, we first have to learn human ways by literally "walking in their shoes," and the temporary or partial "amnesia" which "afflicts" some horses in human form enables them to do this.

Because the process of realization that many horses in human form go through is similar to my own, I will describe my own experiences during this process.

I was born in Miami, Florida on September 20th, 1966, the youngest of six children (three boys and three girls). My father Elmer was a fire chief who served in the U.S. Coast Guard during the Second World War, and my mother Annetta was a homemaker who worked at the Miami Air Depot (now Miami International Airport) during the war. I was born to them rather late, as my mother and father were born in 1923 and 1919, respectively.

I began having flashes of memories of equine past lives at about 1-1/2 to 2 years of age. In these memories I was a black Shire draft horse pulling carts down English country roads with my large, feathered hooves. Before that I was a large black Flanders horse, and I have a fleeting memory of carrying a rider across the countryside somewhere in northern Europe (Im fairly certain it was in what is now Germany).

The Shire memories, which are more vivid, came forth spontaneously one day in downtown Miami. I was in the parked family car with my parents when I saw a billboard for BOAC, the old British overseas airline. (I could not read at that tender age, of course, but I remember the distinctive BOAC logo.) The billboard illustration showed an oblique view of a hilly English countryside, which was divided up into a patchwork of multi-colored farm fields, all separated by hedgerows and stone fences.

At that moment an intense feeling of familiarity and contentment swept over me, and at the same time a pleasant memory of pulling a two-wheeled hay cart down a country lane (on the left side) began playing in my mind. Since there were no motor vehicles on the road with me, the memory must have been from the very early 20th Century at the latest. (At that time I did not know what a draft horse was, let alone a Shire horse, but confirmation of this came later.) My parents wondered why I kept staring at the billboard, but at that age I wasnt remotely able to articulate what was going on! From that time on, imagery that depicted Victorian England would trigger this and other Shire memories. The others are only flashes in which I was just doing other normal horse things (standing in a stall, grazing, and standing in a pasture under a leafless tree on a fall evening).