morning my friends, I, Baldor, am coming to you from my
planet Orloff, and I wish to bring to you a tale of
light and joyfulness that may assist you on your
journey. This is a tale that speaks of long ago times on
Orloff and the days when we were under the rule and
influence of our mother universe. This is a tale that I
did not live, but that I have found to be of immense
interest and relativity to the times that are prevalent
on your earth.
once was a person who lived in the inner city of Orloff
that was the constituent to your own nation’s capital.
This city was called Adverbum, and it served the nation
in a way that was both righteous and domineering. This
was a place in which the total population was under an
iron thumb, and the forces of the dark were prevalent.
This was very much run like the district that now houses
your buildings of government and the home of the highest
position in the nation. When the city came into being it
was very much like the original dream of your inception.
There was a great deal of Spirit written into the
documents by which the principality was formed. This was
an idea that swept the universe and joined with energies
that were similar in nature. So you see, the idea of
freedom and justice among people is not a new idea. It
is one that enjoys a revelation in waves throughout
person who lived in our capital was a proud man who
owned many horses (our equivalent) and served many
masters. He used the horses in a way that gave him the
upper hand in the care and breeding of the strain of the
animals, and this afforded him the luxury of gaining
many different varieties, thus being able to use them as
breeding stock. He was a very wealthy man, and owned
most of the city area where his place of residence was.
He also owned a large section outside the city where his
horse farm was.
day he received a visitor at his home, and the visitor
was of a descent that was unfamiliar to him. He had
never seen, nor heard of this particular variety of
being before. There was something about this man that
disturbed him, for the man purposely sat in the middle
of the room and prayed for the souls of the horses. What
was this man doing here; why did he invade his home and
then pray for the animals that he owned?
being asked, the man replied, “I am the ambassador
from the kingdom of nod, and I am here to assure my
people that these beautiful creatures are assured their
place in our kingdom when they are ready to return. For
you see, their owner is under the influence of a
tyrannical energy and this pervades the very beingness
of the horses. They are a precious part of the order of
the grand, and they cannot wend for themselves. This is
my task and my honor to act as their liaison.”
owner immediately desired to throw the man out of his
home and away from his city. There is no man who can
tell him that he mistreats his animals, after all they
are his reward for bringing his wealth to the city.
Instead of throwing him out, though, he asked this
question, “Why is it you have come to my home and not
gone to the farm in the country to pray among the
my dear man, you are the source of their peril. They are
but innocent prisoners, and you have erected the bars
behind which they hide their sovereignty. There is only
just so much that they can do while in your custody.
However, unleashed and allowed to run free and secure,
they will give you riches beyond compare. You think you
are rich now on their behest! Consider what it could
mean if you were to let them loose to their own devices.
There would be a trust that they would honor, and they
would gladly reckon with you in partnership. For, my
dear man, these creatures are of royal descent, and they
have an intelligence that supercedes yours and all of
your kind. These beautiful animals recognize the power
in quiet energy, and they know how to live that power
and allow it to reach out and benefit all who come into
ward of the horses stood perplexed. These words were
doing something to him. He felt the stirrings of an old
memory. This memory was a faint one, yet it grew
stronger, till he felt the mantle of the horse kingdom
around him. He felt the muscles and the sinew of the
body of the horse surrounding and being him. Then he
realized he had been a horse, more than once, and he was
now living the role of the caretaker of the horse. This
was his opportunity to become the very essence of the
feelings of the horse, and right the wrong that he had
brought to these magnificent animals. This was a very
moving feeling, for he knew it was changing him in the
moments he stood in the bodyness of the very creatures
he now owned.
am I to do, he wondered as the feeling grew more intense
and he feared he would lose himself forever. Where is
this feeling taking me? He felt the mane and tail of the
beautiful animal, and he felt the long silky snout that
hosted a perfect star. He knew that he would soon gallop
off in search of a grassy field, if he did not do
something. So he reached out his hand, and begged the
man in prayer to hold onto him and pray for him to
return to himself.
is what I have been doing, my friend, for you are
remembering what it is to be that which you now so
mistreat. You are the essence of those creatures, and
you still do not realize the injustice that you bring
I am wanting to be who I am as the horse’s owner. I
want to be able to undo the injustice, and serve them as
they deserve. I realize the folly of my ways, and now I
have a different outlook on them. I remember how it was
to be a horse, grand and free, and running in the wind.
I will allow them their freedom, and ask for their
forgiveness. Just pray for me so that I never have to be
two things at the same time. I do not like to be the
dark and the light, the oppressed and the oppressor at
the same time. This is too much for me to bear.”
man bent and laid his hand on the owner’s head. He
could feel a slight growth of the mane that grew from
this man’s memory. He whispered two words into the
mans ear, “In love.” And then he disappeared.
owner stood and looked at his hands and then his body.
He could no longer feel the effects of the return to his
former selves. For that he was thankful. Then he thought
of the promise he had made to the stranger. I must go
now and adjust the conditions at my farm. There is not
enough land for the horses to run, and so I must arrange
to enlarge the area in which I keep them.
hurried toward the door, and a huge jolt stopped him in
his tracks. Why must it always be just a little bigger?
Why not just give them the freedom that they must have
to keep their spirit free? This old memory was
relentless; the old feelings of being a horse came back
with a fury. He ran out the door and into the street. He
ran through the streets and alleys of the city till he
was outside and on the road to the farm. He never
stopped till he got to the stables. There he threw open
the doors and set them all free. The horses ran and
kicked and blew their delight. They carried on till they
were exhausted, and still they carried on some more.
owner felt their delight. He knew the feeling to fly
high in the frenzy of freedom. He rejoiced in the deed
he had done, and the freedom it gave him as well. This
was the joy, unbounded that had eluded him for so long,
for he had brought to these horses the very thing that
he brought to himself. He knew now, that he had been a
horse those times before, so that he would have known
freedom in it’s purest, and bring that to the man that
he now was. It had taken the stranger’s prayers for
him to recall the feeling he never intended to forget.
This was his new day of freedom, and never again would
he allow the oppression to be a part of his life. He
would take this new rediscovered feeling and shine it
forth in every aspect of his life. He would allow it to
reach out and touch any who cared to respond. He know
that he could make a difference in his life and many
others just by being the freedom that he had allowed to
slip away and imprison the very thing he had been.
my friends, this was the way it happened. This man went
on to become a very important man in the city and the
country that he grew to love. He was honored and
respected from that day on. And his influence changed
from one of the tyrannical ones to one who brought a
state of honor and joy to the workings of the country.
And he did it all In Love.
you dear Brother Baldor,