A story from my brother: MEMORY FROM A PAST LIFE “It’s just not the same around here these days. Once this old commune was energetic and alive with joyful activity. You could feel the celebration of life in the air. We grew all our own food in our lush gardens, danced and sang in the joy of the wonderful reality that we had created. We do create our own reality you know. We had a wonderful mascot, a beautiful white stallion. He symbolized the high energy free spirit that we all shared. He galloped through the field and pranced with a special beauty and dignity that made him the center of attention.
We fed him the best of oats and made sure he was well groomed so that he could display his beauty. Everyone loved that stallion. We traveled for many miles to find those special oats, bring them in each week in a heavy laden donkey cart. Surely such a fine steed should be pampered and looked upon in awe. Continue reading