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Do Intuitives Bite? Part 1

In March of 2009 a local feed and tack store held a grand reopening and to create buzz and a festive atmosphere they

Rainbow Dolphin Stars

Villomina's online resume seemed a ton more solid than the fare I usually stumble upon.

invited purveyors of equine related goods and services to set up tables with information in the back store room. Christine and I went because we’re always up for a look-see at horsie crap and to test our resolve to not add another layer onto our already bulging bridle, blanket and saddle holders.

Christine is my tightly strung, deeply pedigreed Morab-style, horse-addicted neighbor. Her Type A ways often grip her upper body becoming a nagging pain in the neck. Maybe this could be attributed to being under the influence of my proximity if I could get her away from her dog kennel business as often as I’d like. But I don’t so you’re not pinning this one on me, see?

Hey,  here’s a fun fact – the noise of barking dogs stresses her out. Guess what concrete block kennel walls specialize in acoustically highlighting? You got it. So she was making her way around the perimeter of the event in her outgoing-ly talky talk way. Lo and behold who should she run up against but a bona fide European trained, energy-focused Intuitive Healer!

Villomina Schiff (not her real name, by the way) took one gander at Christine directed her to “platz” (sit) and started kneading the kinks and knots out of her neck and shoulders all the while admonishing her in that firm tone of, say, a sky instructor in the Swiss Alps about her apparent tendencies to hang onto to too much junk. She nailed it! Plus I liked her directness and I admired her almost instant ability to help Christine.

She handed us each her card and mentioned that not only could she help heal humans her specialty was with human-animal partnerships. Well this rang a bell in my noggin as Mumu and I had been having some difficulties what with the foot problems, and weird hump in his back and all. Was it all just health junk or was I somehow playing into the underlying causes. See? These are the sort of doubts the gullible, guilt-ridden horse-owning person like me lets herself get sucked into.

The positive effects of Villomina’s treatment on Christine lingered long enough to goad us to look up her website. It was just ugly enough to somehow give that scholarly quasi scientific feel without any  of the ol’ airy-fairy New Agey dancing dolphins, rainbows and stars, lots of stars.

Villomina Schiff - not her real name

Villomina Schiff - not her real name

She had recommendations from what looked like serious upper level dressage professionals and trainers. Her qualifications and training had come to her in Europe, home of homeopathy and closer than us to the home of reiki too, but me being American —  and I hate to admit this — I figured this could all probably be even better than whatever brands of this stuff they were peddling out in Taos or Berkeley. And I’m not saying this turned out to be 100% incorrect on a certain level.

So I made contact and soon she was out doing her thing to Mumu and me. Villomina thought she had made some sort of breakthrough contact with the mu-ster but how could she know he acts outgoing and kittenish with everyone and I just didn’t have it in me to burst her bubble on that one. After all, what does it matter I thought. Any help is good help when it comes to my nutty horse.

So then it was into the house, onto the message table thing and on with the reiki energy healing with me. This older-than-her-years kinda dowdy (but not paying too much attention to how you look is a healthy thing, right? Shows a level of self-acceptance we all strive for, right?) soothsayer stroked my arms and in so doing seemed to have called out some deeply rooted old issues  that had long been forgotten and without any coaching from me she seemed able to offer enlightenment as to their provenance. Huh. Kinda interesting and when she was done and we had laughed about it all I felt refreshed, reflective and decided she was cool.

And at that moment, I dare say, she was.

Turns out though, Villomina carries some stuff around with her too, as heavy and dark as the rest of ours. (See Do Intuitives Bite? Part 2)


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Do Intuitives Bite? Part 2

So Villomina was able to intuit some deeply stored old memories through her very own peculiar blend of energy work. I was impressed. We really seemed to hit it off too on that level where people used to accessing their inner resources find so delightful when we discover this ease with the esoteric in another.

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The workshop PDF

She shared that she was interested in finding a place where she could conduct workshops using her methods.  I mentioned how I had been looking at doing something like that right there at DogTrot Hill (www.QuantumSparks) With my art coaching experiences and her intuitive insight and guidance we figured we could offer a really zingy thing.

I readied the barn and the house. Villomina came over to discuss the day’s logistics. Interestingly she regaled me with tales that each ended by her revealing the private personal flaws of each of her past event partners in shocking detail.


I was speechless when she pulled the teeth from her mouth

In the middle of this she frowned mightily, reached into her mouth and yanked her teeth (uppers and lowers) right out and plopped them right into the open maw of her granny bag! “My oral surgeon vants me to stop bothering him about these teeth but they do not fit in my mouth the right way.” she explained.

She then went into great detail about the incompetence of this person, his receptionist and the social program that was paying the tab, as I worked on looking anywhere but at her flapping gums. I took it as one of those opportunities to look past appearance and embrace the inner beauty. No, I’m not kidding.


1. Why did I ignore her disturbingly unprofessional conduct?
2. Why had every partnership and personal relationship she described to me end with the other being some sort of perfect trainwreck of a human being in her opinion?

In hindsight all I have to say for myself is “Uhhhhh…..!”. While it was playing out in front of me though I blithely went forward as though a cantankerous collaborator spewing somewhat random criticism is The Perfect Partner for a day of introspective exploration. As far as I can figure, her spot-on intuition during our session made such a deeply positive impression on me I became blind to the obvious and focused rather on winning her continued approval as her equal. Sigh. Where’s the horse sense when I need it, eh?

The day came. The participants were a delightful array of engaging personalities. The workshop got underway.

Things unfolded in an organic and mostly smooth way. One guy became a bit long winded and I wondered why Villomina didn’t head him off at the pass – but I decided with her experience she was trusting the process rather than caving in to temptation to redirect the action.

horses in barn

He finally paused for a breath and the group took the opportunity to move on. I admired Villomina for putting up with it because all my senses had told me “Dive! Dive! Dive!”.

Her intuition must have told her others in group were benefiting from his self-focused soliloquy. I was looking forward to asking about that later.

On to the equine assisted activity!

(See Do Intuitives Bite Part 3 – below!)


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