One day years ago, as I was riding through Yellowstone National Park, I heard a name on the wind. From that incident I wrote one of my favorite poems about past lives, called 'She Who Rides the Wind.'
Many people do not believe in past lives, but more and more others are beginning to exam this spiritual concept. That moment in time, years ago, changed my belief. I used to be a non-believer; that this is our one and only chance on our beautiful earth. Since that moment, I've had other occurrances that have made me a believer in past lives.
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