My incredible story begins with a dream. During the night of the feast of Saint John the Baptist of 1981, I had a very strange "Lucky Feeling Dream". After the usual traditional celebrations of our "national (Quebec)" patron, I peacefully fell asleep in my "customized" bed in my school bus, my nomadic house at the time, which was parked under a large willow tree on the farm of a friend of mine, located some 25 miles N.E. of Ottawa. It was one of those thunder and lightening - hot - humid - summer nights . . . this is why I call (the dream) "Spirit in the Sky".

In the dream, when my soul, my mind, my consciousness woke up . . . I was without body . . . floating outside of my school bus . . . in the almost total obscurity of the night. As in real life it took a while before my eyes got adjusted to this minimal intensity of light condition. Yet, I wasn't feeling any alteration of consciousness . . . seeing, feeling, smelling and hearing everything as usual. Once my vision got accustomed to darkness and could discern things, I expanded my scope (of vision) and saw directly in front of me, at may be 30 feet distance . . . an "Illuminated" human form, standing alone immobile, "radiating" in the darkness. To my utmost surprise, I soon came to realize that this "ghost", which was dressed in jeans, afghan long shirt and sandals, looked exactly like myself at the time. Then, as I was wondering in my mind . . . if this shining body was really me?. . .and if so, what was I doing alone immobile in the darkness of the night? . . . a very strange happening occurred. My soul transmigrated in the head of this luminescent "spectre" or "mirror" of myself.

For a short lapse of a moment, it was obscurity in the new body, but opening my eyes . . . I could see through my orbits . . . closing either eye, the luminescent tip of my nose. Then, bending my head and raising my hands . . . I observed that my hands as well as the rest of my body was luminous to my own view . . . and touching hands then other parts of my shining body . . . I realized that it was feeling the exact same as the other one of my body . . . the one which I am more familiar with which was sleeping in the bus. So, I said to myself . . ." Holy smoke! What is this?" I did not know what to think. Was I dead? Is this death or after life? In any case, I felt good, and still myself in this new condition . . . and couldn't care less about the rest . . . but I only thought that this was only one of these "out of body experiences". Again, just as in the previous stage, there was no alteration, whatsoever, of consciousness and I was still feeling exactly as myself in my own skin. However, I was again questioning myself as to the logic reason and purpose of my presence in this state . . . and yet had some strong intuitive impressions that something was just about to happen.

Suddenly, in the calmness of the rainless moment, among remote and sporadic thunder and far-sighted lightening, I began hearing some constantly increasing strange unfamiliar noises originating from high above. I looked at the zenith . . . trying to locate the source of these sounds . . . but the calm, yet dense, low clouds whitened by the moon's glow were preventing such immediate observation of this approaching thing whatever it was. It appeared to me that these sounds were very similar to those made by large fluttering wings . . . like those created by a large bird in vertical descent to the nest. But what I heard among them was very totally incredible . . . because these already strange noises were accompanied by occasional "neighing". . . yes . . ."neighing of a horse"!!! As the noises were constantly amplifying . . . giving the strong indication that this thing was getting closer every second . . . my eyes were riveted to the point in the clouds where I thought they were coming from . . . wondering if my dream was going to end before I would see this thing which was taking a long time to appear . . . so far it was coming from.

Finally, to my astonishment, in a spontaneous whirlwind, the dense clouds opened up, straight above . . . exactly where I was expecting . . . to reveal an unbelievably majestic "Winged Horse". . . mightily beating the air with its large wings, in order to slow down its rapid and straight vertical descent to the earth. . . straight above me. From my position, I felt the major air displacements created by such beast and was able to recognize through them the distinctive characteristic smell of horse's sweat!!! The Incredible Flying Horse was, just like my New Self, also luminescent in darkness, and carrying its trajectory, finally landed . . . .touching the ground hind legs first, immediate to me, slightly rubbing my right side . . .flank to flank. A most remarkable detail was to notice an unexpected feature of this magic Horse was the presence of a trio of super thin translucent dancing flames, about a feet high and located at the shoulders and junction of the wings. . . surrounding on 3 sides, except the front, what appeared to be a natural saddle spot of different hair color. Then, the Winged Horse, turning its head backward, fixed me straight in my eyes with its most intelligent eyes . . . .and telepathically invited me in a very charming way to mount Him!!! Again, one more time, I could not believe my eyes, but still it seemed obvious that He was evidently there for the specific purpose of carrying me somewhere with Him.

It was with both pure joy and honour, and without any hesitation that I, alone in the darkness, solemnly mounted It and proudly sat between the electromagnetic flames . . . ready for anything. Then the "Horse of Fire", walked a few steps, ambled then started to gallop . . . then galloped briefly . . . then stretched its wings . . . and we were air-borne . . . and flew . . . in the sky. I felt the wind in my face, as we , I mean the Horse , rapidly ascended. For a few moments, as I was wrapping my arms around his warm neck, in a moment of pure exaltation, I only remember seeing the lights of the small sleeping village as we entered the clouds . . I had the most sincere impression of being extremely lucky of getting the rare privilege of living something else than our miserable earthly lives. Then, for another time, I wondered but this time as to the identity of the Horse . . . "who am I " was answered . . . "who he was" (my ghost), was answered, but "who It (The Horse) was" was not yet answered.

Again, surprisingly, as in any other similar times in this story . . . my mind again transmigrated in the head of the Horse . . . which I know, now , to be my own Spirit, but which I did not know then . . . and carried on through the clouds. From then on, we were in the realm of the 3 times . . . everything from the past, present and future became instantaneous. Firstly, I found myself . . . really . . . in a daylight vision, in Bodnath, in the Kingdom of Nepal, 8 km from Kathmandu, (and 20,000 km from my actual sleeping spot), at the base of a semi-hemispherical mound known as the "Temple of the Eyes of the World". . .the "Maguta Chorten" or "Temple of Bodnath". In another flash, I found myself in a red brick paved yard, where an older Lama, was surrounded by a few little long haired dogs, which I immediately recognized as Lhasa Apsos. In my mind it was saying . . ." You know what these dogs are . . . you will find them there . . . and you will do everything necessary to protect them . . . then you will know . . ."

Then, in another flash, I spotted myself at the foot of the highest mountain in the world. I had no idea then, but by looking at some pictures, I soon came to realize once again that it was Mount Everest. And in my mind it was saying . . . " Do you need a Signature?" Then, again surprisingly, as to indicate that I was having a revelation, in a "zap", I was standing in front of an hospital bed , in a Canadian style hospital room, in which I was talking to a good friend of mine, who had just recently lost his right arm, sectioned off at the biceps level!! In this vision . . . . I asked him. . " How did this happen?" . . . and he replied . . ." An accident . . . I should have listened to you . . . and paid attention."

So, when I woke up that memorable morning, I narrated to all my friends, the incredible "Flight in the Night" experience which I had just dreamt. . . .Around 1 PM of the same day, I was visited by a friend, Brian Burke, and told him my dream and told him that he looked very much like the victim in my dream. Within hours, before the sunset of the same memorable day, I was stunned to learn that this premonitory vision had fulfilled itself, ! Around 7 PM, we received a phone call, from the Civic Hospital in Ottawa, from Brian's mother, telling us that her son, had lost his right arm in the in the wood chipper where Brian was working!!! The following evening I visited Brian, and it was a "deja vu" exactly like in the dream with the same conversation.

So, realizing that the prophetic part of the dream was true. . . . I believed that the rest was true also and therefore I concentrated all my efforts in preparing myself to go to Bodnath to find the dogs. I soon discovered them and discovered many things about the Horse as well. Consequently, I did everything I could, to preserve these dogs and sure enough I obtained what the dream promised.

The Ancient Greeks interpreted this dream of the soaring flight on the Wings of Pegasus as an allegory of the immortality of the soul which basically the same essence which is to be found at the basis of the re-incarnationist faith in Tibet. However, as time goes by you will see that this story is rather universal. . . . but for what concerns the Lhasa Apsos, I strongly recommend Austine Waddell's " Buddhism and Lamaism of Tibet" . . . because you will find in there so many things in regards to the Airy-Horse of Tibet. . . . and the Charm-Holder of the same. You will get to find that it is a very simple story once someone, who knows, simply shows how it works. . . . and you will get to see the true reason behind the keeping of these little dogs by the High-Reincarnate Lamas."