Over the last few months, a horse has been coming to me in my divine thoughts from time to time. I told Datta about the horse in prayer one night. This horse has been a friend to accompany me on a road or in the sky and enjoy traveling with. It is a horse of a light kind, sweet, gentle, and it always does what I want it to. A fun friend. When I am riding on a bus in India and feel a need for some divine help, I call the horse and he takes me where I want to go.

Well, now my brother has actually bought this horse, and it is the same horse I have been riding in my vision. Soon I will go there and ride him in person. I have a picture of him on my computer. It is the same horse, minus the flowers in his mane and tail, and the jeweled hooves, of course. I can fix that when I see him. You know those paste-on jewels for fingernails? That will work. Best part, I have never envisioned myself cleaning stalls! Datta thinks of everything, doesn’t He?