I'm not sure how many of our listeners have had a past life memory, but if you have you may connect with this episode.
It was a boring school afternoon, and the light was just starting to drift towards evening, yet enough to grab a quick ride on my horse. She was young and inexperienced, in the middle of training, and fractious. I, too, was young and inexperienced and thought of myself as a horse trainer
“If you try to escape again you will be killed, and your body will be returned to your father on a stick!”, the black bearded guard screamed, as he stood over me. Click through to follow his story.
I became aware that a distant voice was calling a name “Abu”. I would hear it randomly over a period of weeks, that stretched into months. But there was nothing else. Click through to follow his story.
Nazareth. The word sounded so beautiful, it danced in my mind. He was a street orphan, hiding in the shadows for safety. Click through to follow his story.
