The Dance of the Wounded Souls Trilogy
Book 1 - "In The Beginning . . ."

A Magical, Mystical, Spiritual Fable

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The Dance of the Wounded Souls Trilogy 
Book I - "In the beginning. . . "

by Robert Burney

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Chapter 1

I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying, for it for months - but when it finally happened I was totally shocked. I was so shocked in fact that it has taken me years to gradually remember, and begin to comprehend, what actually happened that night.

At that point in time I thought that I was prepared for anything. I knew that the manifestation that I had been asking for could come in any form but I was expecting some kind of conventional miracle. I had envisioned all kinds of possibilities: an angel visitation; being taken aboard a Celestial space ship for a briefing; some kind of astral sight-seeing tour; and even, and I must admit my favorite possibility, a beautiful woman from outer space materializing in my bedroom. I had pictured my androgynous Higher Self, in some kind of ghostly human form, descending through the roof or popping out of a tree. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that it would be a unicorn.

A unicorn!

Looking back on it now, I believe that I regained my composure rather quickly, if I do say so myself. But then I had been living in a kind of mystical twilight zone for almost a year at that point, so I had grown somewhat accustomed to the bizarre and the miraculous.

When I was told, in April of 1988, that I was a mystic I was not even sure what the word meant. I sure found out in a hurry. From that day until now my life had been a continuous series of mystical revelations and experiences. By the time that the unicorn appeared to me in January of 1989, I had already had revealed to me such interesting items as the history and purpose of Creation, and the True nature of God. I had been given the privilege - a rather dubious and terrifying gift I must say - of being consciously involved in the titanic battle between the forces of good and evil which resulted in the energy field of Collective Human Emotional Consciousness on the planet Earth returning to positive alignment with God after 66,000 years of being reversed. I had been allowed to remember some detail of almost all of my past lives, experienced a month of deep grief about my part in the nefarious events on Atlantis which preceded The Flood, and in some instances had been allowed to know the future.

So I think it is safe to say that my life had not been what you would call normal for quite a while. But to have the beautiful white unicorn, which was in a picture on my desk, gallop right off the picture . . . . . . . . . . well, I have to admit that I was a little surprised.

What I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying for - was some definite outward manifestation that would confirm for me that what I was experiencing was real. I had experienced hundreds of small miracles of many varieties, but there was still a small part of my mind that kept telling me that what was happening was a psychotic break - and that I was crazier than a bedbug. It seemed to me that if I had really been chosen to be a channel for all of this divine information, that it should not be too much trouble for someone, or something, to appear to me and let me know that I was not crazy.

So what do I get? An angel descending from the heavens saying 'Bless you my son'? Nooooooo . . . . ., I get a nine inch high unicorn galloping out of a picture, across my desk, sliding to a halt in such a way that she kicks my cigarettes off the desk into a trash can.

"You won't be needing the cigarettes any more."

I sat there staring at her as she settled comfortably into a sitting position.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

"Let me guess," I finally found my voice, "you're my Higher Self?"

"You got it bucko," the unicorn replied.

I sat a moment staring at this miniature white unicorn sitting on my desk. Then I started chuckling, and in a minute I was laughing and crying at the same time. I don't remember getting up, but the next thing I knew I was dancing around the room - laughing, shouting, and whooping for Joy as tears streamed down my face. The pent up emotional energy of my secret life came pouring out of me. The months of living in a mystical twilight zone without anyone to talk to who could possibly understand what was happening in my life had put incredible pressure on me.

After the release of the laughter and the tears, came the anger.

"What in the hell took you so long?"

"Now is that any way to talk to your Higher Self?" She was smiling as I've never seen a horse smile - but then, she wasn't a horse, she was a unicorn. Her eyes were full of laughter as well, and I realized for the first time that she was communicating with me telepathically.

Then I was laughing with her as the irony of her statement hit me. Part of the process for healing my wounded soul, and opening my inner channel to divine guidance, had been learning that it was necessary to express my anger to those I love - including my God. I had developed a very intimate relationship with my God by expressing my anger, hurt, fear, and love to my Higher Self. I had, I must admit, taken this intimacy to some pretty extreme lengths at times - like those days when I found myself addressing my Higher Power by the always endearing title 'fucking asshole'. 

As my laughter subsided, I became aware of the overwhelming feeling of Love that was present in the room. Tears came to my eyes again as I felt the exquisite Love energy flowing through and around me.

"LOVE is a vibrational frequency, isn't it?"

"Of course it is."

"And God is the Holy Mother Source Energy?"

"You got it bucko."

The Joy that filled my heart caused my tears to start flowing again. I had felt the Truth of the revelations from the beginning - but to have that Truth confirmed, by what I would definitely term a major miracle, was incredibly full-filling.

"And Truth is a vibrational communication of emotional energy from the Soul, right?"


"Truth is felt within, just like God is felt within - and the Light of Truth is shining on us now because it is the Age of Healing and Joy, right?"

"You got it."

"And the world is so screwed-up because the energy field of human emotional consciousness on this planet has been reversed, causing humans to do everything backwards. But it was all just a part of the script, and now is the time when we can awaken to the Truth that we are all ONE, and that God is LOVE, and that everything is unfolding perfectly." The Truths that I had remembered, and felt so strongly, were pouring out of me in my Joy at this divine confirmation. "There are no accidents, no coincidences, everything happens for reasons in alignment with divine purpose. Right?"

"Bingo, Bingo, and Bingo," smiled my unicorn.

"Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I sang out, with my arms upraised towards the heavens. Tears were streaming down my face as I reveled in the Joy that was reverberating through my being.

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. My whole body was tingling with the higher vibrational energy of Love and Joy and Truth. Then a thought occurred to me, and a sliver of fear sliced through me in reaction to the thought. The thought was 'maybe this is a dream'.

My body tensed in that moment and my eyes snapped open in panic. And then the tension released and relaxation flowed through me. She was still there sitting on my desk - her eyes dancing with laughter and a silly grin on her face. I could feel that what I was experiencing was real. And I knew, in that moment, that I could never in my wildest imagination have dreamed up this miniature unicorn sitting on my desk.

"And the lower ego is heard from," she communicated, referring to the thought which had generated the fear in me a few seconds earlier.

"That's for sure," I said. "The old human ego sure has been programed to not believe in miracles, hasn't it?"

"That's a big bingo, bucko," she smiled.

"Why a unicorn?" I asked her.

"You Loved unicorns on Mu."

"I Loved everything on Mu," I laughed.

"That's the way it is in Paradise bucko."

I smiled at this incredibly beautiful creature. White-gold light surrounded and emanated from her.

"But I mean, why, with all the possible forms you could have manifested in, did you choose a unicorn?"

"I thought it would amuse you."

"I Love it," I said. "Will you stay long."

"Long enough to help you finish the book."

"Then the book is important?"


I had known since the beginning of this mystic business that I was to write a book with the information that was being revealed to me. I had, in fact, written a great deal of it already - but had not been able to figure out how to put it all together.

"So, how do I put it all together?"

"WE," she definitely emphasized the 'we' part, "will intersperse sections explaining the history of this Creation Dream with chapters about our conversations and explorations into the meaning of life."

"Explorations? Do you mean that we are going somewhere?"


"When do we start?" I asked, as a flood of excitement surged through me.

"Right now," she telepathed as she stood and walked to the edge of my desk. "Feel my horn with your hands."

Her horn projected out from the middle of her forehead in a tight spiral, like a long thin screw. It was a brilliant white and felt as smooth as ivory. As I ran my hands over her horn - suddenly I found myself on her back. Rather I shrank to her size, or she grew to mine, I couldn't tell. What I did know is that we were not in my room anymore.

We were flying!!!

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