Free What If You Are a Horse in Human Form by Jason the Horse Page B

carrying something in a large pack strapped to my back. Whatever it was, it didn't feel excessively heavy. I wasn't wearing blinders (blinkers), just a halter. A bald, well-tanned muscular workman wearing roughhewn, dark-colored clothes was leading me with a rope, which was quite slack.
    When the experience began, I was already most of the way up the hill, perhaps forty feet above the flat land below. To my right, I could see two arches of the aqueduct under construction and another hill in the distance. My right hooves were close to the edge of the narrow path. The arches caught my attention, and I bent my head and neck to the right so that I could look at them with both eyes. At that instant, the soil gave way beneath my right hooves. I plunged, kicking wildly and screaming equine screams of terror, down into a work area at the base of the hill where I slammed down on my side. The man who was leading me gave a shout just as I fell, but he didn't fall himself.
    Hitting the ground wasn't like what happens in nightmares, where you wake up before you hit. I hit and then continued to scream and kick for an instant, unaware that I was already dead. Then came what seemed like just an instant of blackness.
    The next thing I knew, I was being led by the halter (without a rope) into a strange empty paddock by a swarthy man with black hair and a black beard, wearing light tan homespun robes and a dark brown girdle. He was walking slightly ahead of me and to my left. He may have been wearing sandals, but as I was taller than him I mostly saw his head and torso. Most of my attention was on the grass, which was a vivid green. This puzzled me because it was a new color that I had never seen before. (To us horses, things that are green appear white.) Also, the grass was brilliantly illuminated from above by an intense, incredibly pure white light that appeared to be brighter than the Sun, yet I could look upon the illuminated grass with no difficulty at all. The light had no visible source overhead, as there was only a bright blue sky above with a few thin streaks of clouds. There was no Sun visible in the sky.
    I felt as if I had been mildly sedated, and I felt that I was completely safe where I was and that no harm could come to me. The paddock was rectangular and was bordered by thick trees, as if it were a clearing cut out of a dense forest. It was not extremely large, perhaps forty by fifty yards in size. The trees were partly obscured by a dense mist or fog that did not intrude upon the paddock itself.
    My impression was that the paddock was a transition area for the newly dead, where they could acclimate to their new circumstances. I do not know who the man was. Perhaps he had been a previous owner of mine. He never said a word. After leading me about one-third of the way across the longer side of the paddock he stopped, and I stopped. He turned and smiled at me, gave me a gentle pat, and walked away behind me on my left.
    Then came another instant of blackness, and suddenly I was in human form, sitting on the couch in my bedroom in my family's old house in northern Georgia. I was facing the large sliding-glass window, in front of which the cream-colored curtains were drawn. My old 1960s-vintage Philco console AM/FM/turntable stereo (a massive, wooden piece of furniture with a large lid) was under the window just as it had always been when I lived there. The bottom corners of the curtains were folded back where they met in the middle, which created a small triangular "portal" through which I could see that it was dark outside.
    A faint, slightly orange-tinted glow appeared just outside the window, and then I received a non-verbal message from the Horse Ancestors that would be translated into English as: "We see the misery you are in. If you wish to be free from it and return to us, simply think it and it shall happen." In other words, I would die and be back with them in equine form. At that instant I suddenly understood why I had