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Valentines to Barbaro
A dramatic reading of actual Barbaro Valentines as posted on UPenn's School of Veterinary Medicine Barbaro message board.
We here at digphilly have been amazed and highly entertained by the outpouring of raw emotion and what seems to be genuine grief over the death of Barbaro the Racing Horse. As a tribute to the insane devotion this animal has inspired, we offer you the following dramatic readings from actual Barbaro Valentines as posted on UPenn's School of Veterinary Medicine Barbaro message board.
We could fill volumes recounting the strange things that have come to light since Barbaro's death—the seemingly widespread belief that the "great horses" run free in heaven in a kind of angelic horse herd; the belief that Barbaro will come again as the Messiah and finish the work he began on earth; or the conviction that Barbaro is watching over us and somehow able to bless animals and people on the earth.
But perhaps most surprising to us is the willingness of thousands of people across the country to let themselves slip into what seems to be a very real depression over this animal's death. To all those people, we dedicate this dramatic reading.
The painting at the end of the video was posted on the Tim Woolley message board and is entitled "Run With the Angels."
Also, if this wasn't enough for you, a band called The Tell Alls has recorded a song for Barbaro entitled, "Wear Your Crown." Please listen to it. So beautiful.
And to you, Sweet Barbaro, Angelhorse, we ask for blessings and prosperity. Teach us to love as you loved, that we too may one day lay down our lives so that others might live. And remember us when you come again in glory and usher in the New Heaven and New Earth. We, your humble servants, will be ready.
Posted by John at 03:20 PM | Comments (6)
As I cut pieces of cardboard, and smear Elmer's Glue upon one side and fasten it to yet another piece of cardboard, I reflect. . . .silently. . . .Thank you, brave, brave Barbaro. Thank you for becoming this adhesive.
I will love you always. Chris
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Last night I had a dream. I saw a horse standing on a hill against the setting sun. A beautiful chestnut colt seemed to beckon me. Clouds started to gather as I started up the hill to where the horse was. I sensed a deep sadness from the horse. I can’t explain it but I’ve always had a special gift of empathy. This majestic creature appeared so strong and powerful and yet I sensed in it pain. I arrived at the fence that separated us and opened the gate. The horse turned and looked straight at me. For a moment we just looked at one another. But it was a look like no other. I looked into his eyes and I understood. I believe that I saw his soul and he mine.
In an instant, I knew it was Barbaro. And this magnificent beast, which had looked so healthy, was hurt - a deep, profound wound. Don’t ask me how, I just knew.
I thought, Barbaro, you courageous, valiant steed, Equus, friend of man. How can I help? Barbaro bowed his head; my power of empathy in instant told me Barbaro had made a decision. It was a good decision, a decision that sadden me and would sadden many other people, but the right decision. Just then there was a break in the clouds above and a golden beacon of light shone down, illuminating Barbaro. He looked up and whinnied. Barbaro was going home. The gate I had opened, he now trotted through. Barbaro soon increased his pace to a gallop. He kicked up his heels in joy like when he was a young foal with naught to fret about but laying in the soft grass on a lazy, warm day and nestling at his mother’s teat for sweet milk. He was afire with the joy of freedom of movement and of flying. He was fiercely alive - alive with all that was good and holy between man and beast, beast and God. Run Barbaro, run, mighty being and true friend. I watched as the proud champion ascended into heaven atop a sunray, his hooves aflame, his mane and tail alight and shining. I whispered, “Godspeed, Barbaro, and thank you for your gift to all of us.”
I woke in the morning a found out that Barbaro had been put down. This is a true story.
There is one more part to the dream that I know sounds crazy but I have to say it because I know that’s what Barbaro wanted me to do. He asked me to tell the world he was happy, at peace and thank everyone for all their prayers.
Posted by: Anonymous | February 15, 2007 03:58 PM