An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

most remote places. We bought an old pickup truck,
loaded our stuff in the back, and the five of us packed
into the cab. It was a long drive.
We rented the first floor of a house on the main
road at the edge of town. We printed brochures and
started the Whole Life Center at our home.
I did sidereal astrology
readings and taught Bhagavad
Gita and mantra
meditation. We didn’t
make enough money doing
this. The woman who
lived up stairs had a lover,
Robb, who worked at a local
horse breeding stable.
He invited me to work
there with him.
I rode horses only a couple of times while in
high school and knew nothing about working with
them. Robb, a young black guy, said he’d show me
the ropes. The owners were out of town. Robb took
me to their house. We drank their liquor and had a
smoke. Then he showed me the barn and horses. He
said my main job would be to clean the stalls and help
out. Robb helped me saddle up owner Jeff Pettyjohn’s
quarter horse Red. I took him for a ride past my house
to show Sucitra and the kids. I got Red back to the
barn, and that was my initiation into horse ranching.
They owned two stallions, a thoroughbred and
an Arabian. We mostly bred thoroughbred mares.
They were spirited horses and things got wild at
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