In the beginning I was, before my eyes seen the earthly realm I existed.
Standing in a white chariot with white horses, I surveyed all that was before me.
Descending from above, surrounded by a blue sky with white clouds.
Moments of peace, moments of power, moments of awareness.
Covered in a pure white gown, I turned to my left to exit.
Stepping into air, I floated downward through the clouds.
Looking upwards at my chariot of horses as it ascended out of my view.
Waking up in a bed, in a body of a child, understanding nothing.
My first memory, my first thoughts, my pre-existence.
By Edward M. Bartlett Jr.