you remember anything from any of your past lives?”

The words triggered my memory, and last night’s dream
replayed in vivid Technicolor. It seemed crystal clear
that last night’s dream had been a scene from a past life.

Rama’s voice continued on the tape, “. . .winking at a
cute girl,. . . its all in the mind of the Buddha.” The
tape paused, music from Zazen played, then Rama continued,
“Miller time, right? Later!”

The light turned green and I moved forward. My mind
reeled from his last words. What was happening here?
Sensations of kundilini surged through my body, as my mind
raced to find logical answers. How does this happen, the