Wild Horse Spirit, Ltd.
Writings shares with you a special series of writings received about wild horses, related to specific events, our
experiences and questions that serves
as an inspiration, elevation and encouragement for us and others to go
forth helping wild horses on Earth's plane in times of challenges
that seemed to be insurmountable. Links are provided
between the actual story of a rescued Spirit and a spiritual writing.
These writings began in the early 1990's and were received through automatic writing
by Bobbi Royle.
not be used/copied without Wild Horse
Spirit's written permission. Thank you.)
Wild Horse Writings
31, 1999 New
Gentle Past..."Little ones in the herd and little ones in the
“ You asked about the past on this nite of forwardness.
Then a story you will hear.
Once bound on three sides by mountains, there was a tribe of
people. They were
industrious, resourceful and joyful. Their belief sustained them very well. However, movement was stifled.
It was a long walk to the fishing lake.
The fish had to be smoked for the journey home again.
Once on the walk through the beautiful canyons, they came upon some
beautiful animals who snorted and ran when they met them.
The Indians were afraid as well but could not get the beautiful
animals out of their minds. They
would go back often but weren’t able to spot them again, until late,
late fall and there were many more animals and different colors.
Many months later, the little ones in the herd and the little ones
in the tribe made friends. And
friends they were until permission was given to ride astride the
animal. But there was a
bond with human and animal. There
was gentleness and good fun but they were enabled to go forward and
see many new things. A
loyalty was formed. The
animals were sacred and friends.
To be able to replicate the trust and bond now is a goal to
look forward to. Once in a while out in the brush and sage, we hear echoes of that
gentle past, a whining or snort, a soothing word. “ (unsigned)
January 10, 1998
“Luminosity of the
Pagans crawled on
the ground, until the first
thing appeared that they worshipped.
A beautiful, large, bold creature ran free.
The awe of this creature turned into the age old saga, the use
abundance of distance could be covered on the horse, new frontiers,
and then the POWER. The
horse gave the human power by taking the horse’s power.
It was transferred to the human.
exciting and knowledge was spread over great distance.
The horse was revered, but became valuable. Heavy work could be established.
Even pleasure and status.
With cars the value of horses was in sport and ego.
Only a few people of this age revere the horse for its spirit
and beauty. This must be
We above are
committed to helping you in you efforts to save and elevate the horse
to its rightful position on the planet.
Thank you for your question.
It gave us a chance to tell you of our great, great love of
these creatures. Have no fear - be persistent.
Be of good cheer,
Have I not drawn the
horse in the past with all my love?
I of the wings give to you of my strength and love.
You truly are one with the little wild ones. We share our love for them as special creatures on this
Absence from North America--ABORIGINAL
see much green and many bands of horses.
peacefully grazing on very large meadows.
But at once I hear loud
noises and many rocks moving. Horses are running and whinning.
terrain is changing, the earth is cold. The peaceful sky and
warmth is gone. Only bears roam and other furry creatures.
silent, time is still. For
it is cold with nothing to eat. There
but it is frozen. All is
is a natural bridge, one very wide land mass over which
all manner of life came to the green pastures, to the warmth of
earth again, slowly with just a few of the beautiful creatures,
fuzzy and hardy, but equines none the less. They produced with their
love more of each and became sturdy and very strong.
not seen for a very long time, for there were not many for a long
this answer your query?
"Watched Over By Those In Heaven
tumbleweeds slowly flew, the rain made the air smell anew.
The early morning yellow light added to my great delight.
I saw them
there upon the hill, about & in the mornings’ still.
There were Seven in all, on
that day late in the fall.
one dark, one light, jumping & running in flight.
The joy & the peace was shown in their stance & their manes
of all that is sacred and free, not known to you & me,
but lived by the Seven Wild Horses, watched over by those in heaven.
Individual Wild Horse
24, 1999 PM
Angel wings can be heard,
humming lightly this evening. Pegasus’ large wings enveloped the brown mare who
shall be called Lilly and her baby, Tom.
We understand your sadness especially on a glorious nite
such as this which should be celebrated. But my friends we celebrate you and your friends who are ever
vigilant to help the beautiful creatures.
We wish you love and caring for each other as you care for the
horses. Share the day
with friends of like minds. You
both will have beautiful dreams tonite.
Go to sleep knowing that we are so pleased with all of you who
help. Pegasus dips
his wings in thanks.
of the horses"
October 4, 1999 6:29 PM
“The Boys” -Alf and Freedom
were two friends,
quite compatible you see.
with the spots,
the other a black.
One named Free.
a twosome from the
the same area they came.
together now, Alf and Free,
bound by past destiny.
a long time ago,
in an area of sun and grass,
over a period of first to last.
roamed in bright night skies,
and so spiritual they really could fly.
it or not,
by one young girl they were sought.
was dark of hair and fair of skin,
she called the horses kin.
roamed the valley and hill,
and one day stood very still.
two she saw side by side,
and felt so happy she cried.
once again after so long,
the emotion is still as strong.
together they will be,
Patti, Alf and Free.
"FREE is not a good name, but his name is Eric. He
was of the dawn in previous lives. He would glow toward morning
leading the band through the dark and gloom. Then the shot rang
out and now he is of two colors, so he may go in the day or in the
30, 1995 PM
NAMING OF TWO NEW LITTLE RESCUED ONES.
Hidden Valley wild horses -leppies-orphans)
"Benji and Pearl"
and two sweet little horses, once belonged to the Norse.
Of that lineage, they came, that’s why they are so tame.
were once with you both, a century or so ago.
To cross paths once again, it’s like hello and amen.
times you all have had, some real good, some real bad.
But together again, you all are reunited now from afar.
quite interesting to note, that you are once again afloat,
on the great sea of life, involved in the same old strife.
be happy my friend, I am to see you again.
For what we were called then, would be like your name Ben.
for that strong girl, you can just call her Pearl,
cause her color is of a gem and we still know that Zen.
he (Ben) was Benjamin the Great, the head of the state.
So now together we are, from near and far.
love and in truth.
December 31, 1998PM
THE WILD ONES (1998 Christmas Holiday
Slaughter 34 Wild Horses)
bands of three and four, they grazed quietly on
the valley floor.
mare, colt, stallions and fillies,
jumping and playing, just acting silly.
quiet broken by shots,
one mare dropped on the spot.
band broke and ran,
galloping over dry land.
could smell the fear,
as ones so hurt and dear,
failed to run free no more.
dead in all,
shot by a dirty dog.
that surely should be caught,
thinking how hard the horses fought.
by the neck one day,
the way he was meant to pay.
now has the loved ones on his wings,
and all of Heaven started to sing.
2, 1999 7:33 AM PST
filly, HOPE, critically injured
by the 98 Christmas holiday shooters
Like the poem, she (HOPE) is jumping and
playing again with her mother and
Many people have sent prayers and their love
toward the passed on horses and in turn, that love has
bounced back to comfort the remaining distressed
have fear which diminishes once the source is gone.
They do not have revenge or carry any remorse.
They have wonder and exhilaration and yes,
sadness or yearning.
But they too have forgiveness for us pitiful
The horses simply re-incarnate to once again
become creatures of love and light whatever their
prayers and love and thoughts of them create an
atmosphere for them to come back to be with us,
hopefully to be treated with kindness and compassion
you for your question, it enables us to give the true
information. We know of your love for the wonderful creatures.
Thank you for that and all of your help, and
Mama is here with us and will return to you
is a liaison for the trips of other horses.
When you arrive with us you will have a huge
greeting by all you loved.
April 10, 2001AM
asked for a name for Sarah’s foal, born 4-8-2001)
“Good morning my good friends,
You see me above those beautiful snow
capped mountains, for we can project whatever we wish
you to see from here. I also see that midnite boy.
Yes, we can see love and beauty clearly.
I see that you will be going off in
another direction again.
This is good, and you all seem so calm and
eager about it. Spring
holds good and loving events for you.
You only have to be happy and outgoing.
It seems you want to know what to call
the new baby. Given
this fine young horse’s background, it will be
fitting to called him in memory of your father, Betty,
either Miles, as he can go miles and miles and
has been miles and miles in his past life.
He is also very deep and assured.
Call him Nite – for tonite, last nite,
and all the comings nites.
Knight is his Roman name.
He was with Bobbi a long, long time ago and
then his name was Saracen.
That’s why he came from Sarah, the
I am so glad to speak with you
see me more often.
2000 late afternoon (Two
horses hit by speeding vehicle on Geiger Grade going
to Virginia City. His band quietly and tenderly
came and surrounded the old black stallion after he died.
One young filly sniffed him, then took her foot and
gently pawed him as to say, "Get up. Get up." This was Alf's band.
One time, someone noticed his band in the distance. Unusual,
as the old stallion followed far behind the band. Upon closer
observation, the old stallion was pushing orphaned Alf along to keep
up with the band. Alf was rescued 9-16-98.)
“Can you recall the blue black sky of dusk in
Nevada. Then you can envision SATIN (Prieto), as we called him,
running on the tops of the crevices.
A gallant and loving stallion, a kind and
courageous one. He was given a tribute by his band.
They will miss him.
The beautiful mare had done her mothering job
well for years and left a fine youngster. BRIE
(Raven), as we called her.
Pegasus flew in between these two fine horses
for they will help him do his work.
These two are special, and, again, the winged
horse thanks you for your help.
As we do, we are sad for your sadness, but you
were picked to help because of your great love for the
wild ones. We
are also pleased that you all are working together.
well tonite, my friends, you have earned it.”
writings to come.
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